The first thing you learn about staying in the heart of the Medina is that, chances are, your luggage will be carted through the entire square for the world to see.
Seriously. Joan Collins on safari.
Luckily, the locals barely bat an eye (though as you can see, I’m walking 20 paces behind, carrying a big bag of mortification)
Needless to say, I get more comfortable with the concept in a day or two.
Here for a good time not a long time as they say.
The souk is every bit the cacaphonic (poetic license) symphony of sounds, sights & smells I had expected.
It’s a lot to absorb in just a couple of days
But although wildly animated, the market never really felt overwhelming.
For that we extend a big thank you to Maryam Montague from My Marrakech blog who (literally) wrote the book on Marrakech Style.
Maryam accompanied us for the better part of two days, helping us to explore the city and plow through our “To Do” list with considerable grace.
Thank you Maryam for our “Insider’s tour” through Marrakech!
Truly, I couldn’t imagine navigating this city and it’s souks without the aid of someone who really knows their way around.
A rare peaceful moment-Friday afternoon when most of the dealers are attending Mosque.
And what’s a trip to Morocco without a little rug shopping?!
We took Maryam’s advice and walked out into the main square of the medina on our last night in Marrakech to experience the party that apparently happens every night!
What’s really great? For the most part the revellers are the local Moroccans who obviously know how to have a good time.
Fresh escargot anyone?
According to Maryam the food is extremely fresh and safe. Food stands are entirely dismantled at evening’s end and all left over food is disposed of.
Here, a rowdy and obviously popular game of fishing for soda bottles.
And here, pretty much anything to cure what ails you.
There was even a man(woman?) who was ready to yank out your aching tooth (with a whacking great pile of previous customer’s teeth to prove it) but he/she didn’t look too photo friendly 🙁
As the vendors dismantled their kiosks for the night, we wandered back towards our riad, our breath visible in the cold night air, the first call to prayer in the early morning hours not too far off
and visions of breakfast dancing in our heads…
Almond soup with argan oil, Moroccan pancakes, fresh orange juice infused with orange blossom and good strong coffee.
All Photos Slim Paley