An old and sick fair man, his son and a danser in transvestite journeys travel in an old van through Marocco. In the back are the remains of what once was a popular entertainment: a wheel of fortune.
When they want to put up their 'attraction' on the market of an old town they find themselves not welcome. The local authorities ban them as if they were dirt to the edge of town. The public favors a film above an old transvestite who stands by the wheel of fortune in a shiny dress making small dans steps.
Transvestity is in Marocco, different from the West, an old custom. Once born out of neccesity because a 'real woman' on stage was up till the end of the sixties a sin according to the islamic laws.
But who expects that all adversity brings a closeness between the three carnies is wrong. Happiness, friendship nor humour have a place in Adieu Forain. The only thing that connects the three men is the endless road.
"Don't think we will be friends" says son Larby to transvestite Rabii. "I am one of those that has no friends". Thus he averts himself of the dreamy danser, who has still got hope to better the world. He can no longer have respect for his sick father and his stories are filled with lies. He wasn't a famous boxer when he was in Europe but a jailbird.
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