Fresh Bread and Vibrancy of Urban Neighborhoods
This guest post is by Andrea Urbiel Goldner, a 2012-2013 US State Department Fulbright researcher in Morocco. She is a landscape architect, occasional lecturer in landscape architecture at the University of Michigan, writer, and 2013 Kresge Fellow in the Literary Arts. With Gary Urbiel Goldner as part of Peregrine Workshop, she is also working on a children’s book that grew out of stories they collected while conducting the Fulbright research in Morocco. Photos and illustrations by the couple.
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Again we have no fresh bread in the house. This would not have happened in Morocco. Or if it did, it would have been solved in minutes—24 steps to the neighborhood oven, a quick chat with the baker, 24 steps home, and then our hands would have been negotiating with hot bread in order to get butter on it. And Gary’s daily peanut butter sandwich would have been made. Here, home, we have no reasonable walk to fresh bread.
We returned home from Morocco on July 7. Eleven days later our city declared bankruptcy. I should say that it asked for bankruptcy protection and restructuring. We—our city—have been declaring bankruptcy for my entire life. On my returns from college and graduate school and work in other places, I have been declaring an inability to consistently walk to fresh bread, a particularly painful form of social and constitutional bankruptcy.
We went to Morocco to study “community appliances”—I use this word to describe spaces, facilities, and rituals that serve as neighborhood venues to accomplish domestic tasks such as baking, washing, heating, cooling, communication, and entertainment—and the neighborhood vibrancy they create.
In Morocco think neighborhood oven and everywhere snack cart (baking); hammam (washing, communication, entertainment); teleboutique (communication, entertainment); paseo in the north and corniche elsewhere (communication, entertainment, cooling, heating); and every bakery, man café, or hanout where a shared television shows tonight’s football game. In America think coin laundry (washing, communication, entertainment), bar showing tonight’s game, and public library. In both places think wi-fi hot spot. To contrast think mobile phone, private washing machine (or in the case of Morocco, mom on the roof), and home television.
Thanks to a US Department of State Fulbright research grant and logistical support from TALIM, my family and I lived in Fes for 3 months and then Asilah for 7 more months in order to experience first-hand the community appliances and particular approaches to urban vibrancy in those cities.
One night, out for a stroll in Asilah, we found ourselves walking behind the baker and the man we affectionately called “moul tourist trinkets.” (Moul al-hanout—مول الحانوت—is the shopkeeper in Morocco. Moul fawakih—مول فواكه—is the fruit vendor. And so on.) Both had just closed up their respective shops across the street from each other and were conducting an easy-paced cool evening conversation. They turned in at the neighborhood mosque whose lamp lit a circle of the street in front of it. As we continued our stroll to the ocean, I tried to quiet my out-of-nowhere inconsolable sob. It took Gary a few minutes to notice; by then I had figured it out.
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