MARRAKECH
Morocco
July 2008
I spent a week in Morocco by myself. I went there without any plans, any hotel arrangements, nothing. I got off the plane and a taxi driver asked me, "Miss, can I take you somewhere?"
• Outdoor restaurants that are set up and broken down every day
• Tea merchants selling mint teas and cinnamon tea and jasmine for just a few cents each.
• Groups of friends huddled together, sharing a cup of tea
• Herbal pharmacies
• Most of the women covered their heads; only the western women went without scarves
• Henna artists
• Rug stores everywhere, selling carpets of a multitude of bright colors
• Street musicians
• Snake charmers
• Water boys selling cups of water from a sheep bladders
• Scooters driving recklessly through the crowds
• Lots and lots and lots of people
• Noise at all hours of the day and night
• Mint tea
• A call to prayer five times a day
• Sheep heads soaking in gravy
• A maze of winding alleyways
• Lots of merchants selling just about everything
• Not much beer
• Lots of males name Mohammed
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