One of my best beezies recently celebrated a milestone birthday. And you know my friends don’t celebrate with a couple of drinks down at the pub after work – they do it BIG! So we packed our carry-on luggage (maybe sitting on it to squeeze it shut) and jetted off to the Red City – Marrakech!
The birthday girl said it best, when she remarked, “I just wanted to go some place where I wouldn’t think about real life – and this is it.” And our real lives could not have been further from our minds! From the moment the airplane landing gear goes down, Marrakech is an assault on your senses. The red clay walls and rusty corrugated tin roofs of this fortified city are visible from the sky. As you motor into the congested town, dust and exhaust fumes billow up in little puffs, dogs barking, drums beating, the warbled lilt of the muezzin chanting out the call to prayer.
It all feels a bit feral. But that rawness makes Marrakech intensely stimulating – the relentless cadence of the city keeps you on constant alert. As I careened through the beguiling labyrinth of souks, I took in the smell of leather, the glinting light of intricate filigree lanterns, and the nubby weave of hand-loomed textiles. I absorbed all the frenetic energy of life in the medina. Here are just a few glimpses inside the throbbing heart of Morocco’s most vital city.
Rumble out of town a bit toward the Atlas Mountains, where the pace of life in traditional Berber villages is markedly more subdued.
As you can see, it was quite overwhelming to arrive in such a dazzling and charismatic land! After a feverish first day, I was absolutely kaput. Check back again soon to see more of my explorations of Marrakech!