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.
8 thoughts on “Memories of Marrakech”
I’ve just got back and posted about it. I completely agree about the memorable moments. Traffic laws, what traffic laws!
Thanks for stopping by. I enjoyed your photos as well. I can relate to your near collision with a motorbike!
Great post. Some stunning buildings there. I liked your writing style too, there was an art to it.
Thank you for stopping by and your kind words.
Wonderful pictures – I especially liked the doors. Thanks for sharing.
Interesting you should say that. I have tons of pictures I haven’t posted of just doorways, windows, etc. There is something mystical about peering through them. Perhaps I will post them sometime. Thanks for stopping by.
I agree. Doors and windows – allows people to look or go out or in and, by their design, sends a message (e.g. bars on windows vs. open windows with lace curtains) to those outside. Have you ever seen photos or drawings of the windows of women’s quarters in traditional Muslims in early 19th Cairo? Fascinating!
I look forward to seeing more doorways. 🙂