The medina in Marrakech had winding streets where locals and tourists purchased food and goods to take home. I wanted to buy it all.
Moroccan women have a cure for EVERYTHING.
A lovely woman showed us how to make argan oil, used both in cosmetics and cooking.
The leather tanneries of Morocco – we met Berber men tanning camel and cow leather in a multi-step process that takes up to 3 months.
One of the courtyards in Bahia Palace, home to the 19th century grand vizier to the sultan, his four wives, and twenty-four concubines. It was a pretty big place.
Every ceiling was completely different.
Two friends and I ate couscous at Cafe Arabe on a terrace overlooking the medina.
The medina turned into an entirely different place at night, where families came out to witness the spectacles on the square in cool weather. It was wildly overwhelming as crowds gathered around acrobats, storytellers, musicians, and snake charmers. Everywhere we looked there was another thing to see, another person competing for your attention and a couple dirhams.
Storytellers in the square
Child acrobats