Morocco is a dry country. Not dry as in boring, but dry in the prohibiton-era sense of the word: there’s no booze.
While not legally banned, drinking is seriously frowned-upon by the country’s Muslim majority. At least in theory. Heather and I scouted out our fair share of dingy basement liquor stores, with unmarked doorways and clerks that didn’t look you in the eyes. They would wrap up bottles of wine beyond recognition, to avoid unwanted attention on the way home. These shady little shops were, without exception, packed with Moroccans. People want their Heineken, they just don’t want their neighbours to know about it.