Evening had crept up on us and before we knew it, the sun was gone and darkness settled over the city. At a certain point I started panicking. Lights were playing on the walls, leaving the imagination to make shapes out of shadows. The streets looked deserted apart from clusters of men sitting on stairs and smoking.
One thing I really enjoyed was sitting on a roof terrace of one of the bars/restaurants at the square and watching the world go by, seeing little groups of people eagerly drinking in the stories told, seeing a group dancing to the rhythm of the drums or just catching a person miles away from the mayhem, deep in thought.
Morocco was our first flirt with Arabic countries and the first country on the African continent that we ever visited. There are loads of posts and guides out there to help you prepare yourself for what is coming, but I do not think words can ever prepare you for something so different from any European […]