The first feeling that strikes us is the presence of light, a dazzling and thick light. A light that bathes and transforms, a light that violently animates our bodies. When, from the ocher-colored desert, blossoms this flower of merchants and smiling faces, we realize that we have reached Marrakesh. Morocco seems like a mirage: a curious gaze of a child in a world that we lacked a lot, with its strong and wonderful flavors … We dive into a carousel of such lively colors that we lose our direction: spices, babouches, rugs and lamps, all types of merchandise crammed into the endless lanes of this port of souls. Maghreb and Berber people, Touareg and Islamics, gathered during the trading in the suq. We feel the pulsing joy of the market, and we are ashamed of the regenerative capacity of its heart, Djemaa El Fna Square, the crossroads of Africa. Here we encounter hundreds of cultures, we meet thousands of years of history. In Djemaa El Fna Square, the routes of millions of people overlap. Those people that here are just passing through, to the next life or to the next trip.
Travel tip: Hotel Minaret (125DH), ask upon arrival in Djemaa El Fna Square, you can get there by foot, opposite direction from the suq.
