There are parks in cities around Morocco where men gather each day, scattering themselves around a park in the center of town. In front of them they place their tools of the trade. A painter: a bucket filled with rollers and brushes. A home repair guy: a ladder (the fold-up kind) and other various tools. An electrician: wires and whatnot. A plumber: well, you get the picture.
There they sit. Waiting. So if I needed someone to do something for me, I’d go there in the morning, negotiate the price, and he’d come and do the work for me. Voilla! Cool concept.