A cheap Black Friday deal on plane tickets took us on a week long trip to our first Arab country. We were out of our comfort zone in a country where we didn’t speak or even slightly understand the language. Challenge accepted!
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.
Even Eddy and Patsy had their Moroccan adventure in Marrakech. Casablanca was made famous by the eponymous classic film with Ingrid Bergman who, from all the gin joints in the world, had to walk into Humphrey Bogart’s one. And Tangier? Well I’ll just say William Burroughs wrote his Naked Lunch there.
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.
In the shade of the narrow streets under wooden cover there are pashminas moving in the sight breeze, in another street you see ceramic bowls and plates with Moroccan designs, another souk over, copper and brass lamps are hanging off the doors, light shining through their intricate lattice work or stained glass.