Marrakech is yet another city full of tiny doors that hide so much from the public eye – whether it is a shop with three floors resembling an Aladdin’s cave or the many riads in the old medina. It is not the done thing to show off what you have – hence the unobtrusive exteriors hiding the sumptuous interiors. It certainly creates an element of surprise. Ours, like most roads, has a large roof deck where breakfast is served gazing over the rooftops of Marrakech as the muezzin calls people to prayer.
Exotic, varied and intriguing – a walk through the old town of Fes has something for everyone and more alleyways than you can imagine (Melbourne you have serious competition). It definitely helps to have a guide. Relax and enjoy the friendly people who are so proud to talk about their heritage and specific handicraft skills. Of course they would also like to sell you something – but I’ve see much pushier.
I did succumb to two jackets – one in soft leather, the other in soft suede. It’s bound to be cold once I get to London so very useful!!