Morroco Diaries

Marrakech Arrived Marrakech at dusk. Small airport. Katie was there to meet us, terrific. Took a taxi to town. The taxi crashed into another one as he backs out of the car park. Lots of gesturing and yelling, but we drive away anyway. What a fantastic city. Katie has booked us into a hotel near the square. One of the world’s great sights. At dusk, all kinds of people gather; snake charmers, acrobats, fire breathers, story tellers, musicians, fortune tellers, water sellers with their water in used goats slung over their shoulders. There are food stalls and fresh orange juice. Can’t see that all this is a tourist show; more Moroccans wandering around. Early next day we head off to Essaouria (pronounced Essa Weara). But later we return to Marrakech for a few days. The new part of the city has wide, clean, tree lined streets, side walk cafes. The buildings are traditional red brick. Charming. The old m...