At times Morocco left me speechless.
I just couldn’t believe what I was experiencing. Whilst winding the maze that is the Old Medina, Marrakech truly seems like a land far far away. While scooters whizz by at unbelievable speeds as shop owners try to lure you into buying their goods, tantalising smells waft from the makeshift food vendors wedged between stalls in the souk selling gorgeous handmade textiles, accessories, and home goods. This is Morocco in all its glory. A dizzying experience from the moment you step out of the comfort of your Riad (a private villa-turned-accommodation), Marrakech is a whirlwind of exotic sights, sounds, and smells.
It’s also one of the most beautiful places I have ever been to. The colours, patterns, and textures were a designer’s dream. I haggled my way through the souks, scooping up anything that would fit into my carry-on, from leather poofs to berber carpets, from pashmina scarves to silk tassels. The chaos that we the souk streets were contrasted by that of the private riads, all total oasis in the heart of the Medina. Throughout our trip we alternated from relaxing in our peaceful riad to braving the craziness outside. I can’t wait to go back.
Tagine, cows cous, and flavourful sales for the win.
A market street with the most beautiful perforated covering that reminds me of The Arab World Institute in Paris.