People come to the Souk because they find everything there: old books, video cassettes and CDs, bicycle wheels, televisions thirty years old, plants, new or old furniture, clothes and other kitchen utensils, including batches of spoons or forks stamped Air France or Royal Air Maroc. But the reality of the Souk is this: all these worn and damaged items will always find a buyer.

The Souk is divided into districts by "speciality". The "districts" are separated by boulevards. On each of these arteries, there are five mobile food stalls sheltered under makeshift tents. Popular dishes are served there, from fritters to chickpea porridge, as well as snacks, slices of liver grilled over embers, skewers, soft drinks, coffee and mint tea.

Whether it is windy or raining, the Souk is always full. All year round, the spectacle is impressive. Charlatans practise medicine there illegally. In a corner of the Souk, an old man offers a medicine for kidney failure. He explains how the remedy acts on the kidneys and makes them more functional. However, on the transparent packaging, there is no text specifying the use or instructions, but on the other hand, there is an indication of origin: China. The old man offers a sachet of ten tablets for the sum of 20 DH. To make his business work, he is discreetly supported by two or three people who play the role of onlookers interested in his product. And it works! Some people, out of curiosity or need, take the bait. The problem is that this open-air bazaar is in the middle of a built-up area. It houses an abattoir and, moreover, it is located near a "scrap yard". Every Tuesday and Saturday, the Doukkalis are tirelessly confronted with the total anarchy caused by the massive invasion of vehicles: lorries, tractors, carts, wagons and livestock. Formidable hordes, coming from everywhere and nowhere, causing pollution, traffic jams and disorder in the city in their wake. Sellers of beef, mutton, goat and camel meat mingle in this market where hygiene has no place. The animals, slaughtered in the abattoir which is located a few metres from the place of sale, still lie in their blood. The rinsing water from offal and other tripe is thrown just in front of the entrance to the butcher shops. And when it does not flow to other parts of the Souk, it forms puddles in the ruts dug in the mud. Tuesday afternoon, between 3 and 4 p.m., the lorries and traders leave and leave behind excrement, rotten vegetables and packaging of all kinds. Mounds of rubbish and all kinds of domestic, human and animal waste mixed with wastewater and mud form here and there. The stench and foul odours emanate from the scattered rubbish, worsening the state of the environment. Although the situation is alarming and presents a real danger to health, no cleaning action has ever been carried out in the Souk. The "Tlat" Souk thus becomes a real public dump and a nest for microbes. The Souks, social networks: The Souks in the Doukkala of course allow you to buy products, but they are also important places where social relationships are woven. It is at the Souk that disputes are settled, loans are contracted and marriage plans are also decided. The Doukkala Souks are also places for social contact, places for meeting with the civil registry administration. Justice, the Post Office, and medical care are also services that are often found at the Souk. For all these reasons, the Doukkala Souks are essential spaces for life and regional organisation in the Sidi Bennour province.