Narrow streets. Almost being run over by motorbikes. The calls to prayer.
Beautiful kaftans. Wearing a hijab. The night food market on the main square. Snake charmers.
Throngs of people. Hot mint tea. The mosaics and tile work.
The smell of the tanneries. Our rooms in the Riad. Couscous served in tajines.
Traffic jams consisting of yelling locals, confused tourists, speeding bicycles and donkey-pulled carts.
Freshly squeezed orange juice. The smells of cumin, cinnamon and nutmeg.
Being bathed in a Hammam.
More on Marrakech and Fes coming soon.