Mad Marrakesh

There’s something in the air in Marrakesh, something you’ll never sense in any other part of the world but here. Maybe it’s the thousand spices blown off little pyramids of red and yellow that grow all through the endless markets of the souks, maybe it’s the stink of the snails boiling in peppery broth mixing with the scent of the incense and the stench of the tanneries, or maybe it’s the sound of the snake charmers’ pipes and the horn-blowers’ trumpets blowing in your ear while a hundred cooks offer you their soups, tagines, offal and egg. Continue reading “Mad Marrakesh”

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