Marrakesh is a loud, chaotic, messy, disordered jumble of streets and alleys…
In other words, a great city.
The petit taxi opens its door near the El Badi Palace and we inhale the atmosphere of Marrakesh. Quite literally. Our nostrils fill with the familiar smell of gasoline, exhaust fumes and sewer. Marrakesh transports us to Indonesia, to the Kraton in Yogyakarta for example. Unlike Agadir – knocked to the ground by an earthquake – Marrakesh largely retained its classic Moroccan character, at least within the old walled medina.
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