Marrakesh has been somewhat spoiled by the masses of budget European tourists now flocking to this beautiful city… Everyone tries to rip you off, from the obvious ones like the touts and taxi drivers, to the stall holders and food vendors. After a while it became very tiring to deal with people constantly short-changing us and husstling, but the city is worth it. The occasional old-timer, with this old fashioned thing called honesty and integrity lifted our spirits (and faith) in humanity.
You can get lost for hours in the Souq, our book says a guide is essential to find your way, but thanks to my inherited homing pigeon capabilities (thanks Mum!) we always manage to find our way around.
The smoke from the many mopeds that wizz through the narrow passages at 20mph creates some lovely photographic opportunities.
Here’s a photo of one of those lovely old timers I was telling you about. Almost all the old people in Morocco are absolutely lovely… Watch out for the younger ones in the city though!
One of my favorite things about the market is the quality and choice in the wonderful olives and dates that Morocco produces… They’re pretty reasonably priced too!
