Marrakech, Morocco gave me one of my favourite holidays. There was the adventure of the Jemaa el-Fnaa market square: snakes, lutes , story tellers and caleche horse carriages. Then there were the delicious tagines and the less delicious snail soup sold by pushy yet colourful waiters. I stopped in vibrant spice stalls with their exotic and tantalising aromas. The aromas of the leather tanneries were not so pleasant, but the age-old process was fascinating nonetheless. The handmade wares sold on winding alleys gave glimpses into ancient industry and showed a culture that still places value on craftsmanship.
The architecture of Marrakech too forms a window into a proud and fascinating history.
I found Marrakech to be at its most magical at Dusk, just as the sun was setting, the lights were being switched on and heat of the day was beginning to dissipate. This was the perfect time to unwind with a cup of mint tea and watch the world go by.
At the end of the holiday I went back to the familiarity of home. Little had changed, but I had. A blank spot on my map of the world had now been partially filled. Filled with sights and smells, faces and stories. I returned to my daily routine. But from time to time I do wonder what is going on in Marrakech.
Travelling changes you.