Five days in The Medina of Marrakesh was somewhere between too much and not enough. The markets are full of friendly merchants all claiming to be my brother - "Brother, come look inside", "Brother, I give you good price". My Brothers and I clearly have at least one major thing in common, we both love a good deal.
Roaming the narrow streets, your nose is accosted by orange blossom, eucalyptus, hash and the occasional, but sharp, perfume of piss. Almost feels like home.
المغرب، أحبك
المغرب، أحبك
