We got a slow start this morning, our first free day in Marrakech, but we finally took a taxi to the medina. At Koutoubia Mosque, we tried to get our bearings.

Koutoubia Mosque

Koutoubia Mosque
We started our morning at Djemaa el-Fna and tried to head north, but we couldn’t find the souqs that we’d walked through the afternoon before. Neither of us were much interested in the snake charmers.

Djemaa el-Fna
Several guys attached themselves to us and tried to direct us to some tanneries and a cooperative, but we weren’t interested and we couldn’t shake them.Β They were insistent, and frankly, obnoxious.Β When I spoke strongly to them that we wanted to walk alone, one of them said, “F*@k America!”Β We were taken aback, but not surprised, as many people in this part of the world hate our country. To be honest, I hate it often myself.

murals in Marrakech souq

mule cart

life in the Marrakech souq

more murals

murals

horse-drawn cart
After being lost for a while, we retraced our steps.Β We stopped at a little cafe in a narrow alley.Β It seemed we had finally found a corner where the souqs seemed to begin. Then we started shopping in earnest.Β I bought more scarves (surprise, surprise!), paintings, jewelry (pink earrings and a Berber necklace), and some spices.
At one point, we dipped into a riad to take a few photos.
By accident, we came upon a colorful square selling straw bags and hats, colorful knit hats, carpets and a mishmash of stuff.
I fell in love with a long purple carpet hanging over a rooftop, but I knew I’d have nowhere to put it in my house.Β That didn’t stop me yearning for it.

my dream purple carpet

my dream purple carpet

my dream purple carpet
We ate lunch on tiny stools at tiny tables.Β I had a four cheese panini-like sandwich and orange banana juice.Β Then we dove in for more shopping.Β We spent about six hours, from about 10-4, in the medina today.Β It was sensory overload!

gate into Marrakech medina
Later, we went back to rest at our hotel, and then later had dinner somewhere, but since I forgot to take notes, I don’t remember where. I vaguely remember it being a group farewell meal in a quite fancy restaurant.Β It seems I had salmon with pasta. π
The next day our tour would come to an end, but Susan and I had one more full day to explore Marrakech before we would fly our separate ways.
*Steps, 16,108, or 6.83 miles*
*Sunday, April 21, 2019*
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On Sundays, I post about hikes or walks that I have taken in my travels; I may also post on other unrelated subjects. I will use these posts to participate in Joβs Monday Walks or any other challenges that catch my fancy.
This post is in response to Joβs Monday Walk: Vaqueiros, Cheese Fest & the Choir.
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Thank you so much, Michelle and Richard. And thanks for dropping by! π
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Sensory overload sounds about right, Cathy! Thank goodness that carpet was too high for you to reach, or you might have had second thoughts. π π You’re a bit of a magpie at times. Many thanks for sharing. Hope your week improves.
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Haha, yes, I do like to collect things on my travels. And if I could have thought of a place to put it, I might have very well sallied on up there! π
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That is sensory overload! I know what you mean about obnoxious men. My daughter and I attracted company in Tangiers that we only managed to shake off when I bought a copper bangle and a small leather camel off them for around Β£1 – so annoying! But the same in any country where they are desperate to make money from the tourists. Must be quite dreadful for them in these places now.
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Jude, we had several encounters with obnoxious men who got angry when we wouldn’t give them any business, or when we asked them to leave us alone. I think twice in Marrakech, men told us “F*#k America!” I’ve heard it before, so it doesn’t shock me so much anymore.
I’m sure any place that depends on tourism is hurting right now. But some benefits I can see to this are the end of large tour groups and cruise ships. The loss of those I think would make tourism by independent travelers much more pleasant. And I’m sure heavily overrun tourist spots like Venice and others might be relieved to have fewer tourists inundating their cities.
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I sincerely hope it is the end to large tour groups and huge cruise ships – the number of people who descend on these tourist places for a couple of hours is incredible! Like a swarm of locusts! I am so glad that I was able to see some of the world back in the 1970s when it was less easy to get around, but much more enjoyable.
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I really despise being part of a tour group, and also being in a place that is overrun by tour groups! I also would never consider going on a cruise, unless it were a very small one, like a river tour or some such. I hate encountering these large groups, as they certainly ruin a travel experience. I’m sure traveling in the 70s was much more pleasurable and adventurous. During those years, I was busy graduating from high school and going to college. And then getting married and having kids. I started traveling earnestly so late in life that I missed that window. π
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It is a lovely shade of purple (sorry), though I imagine letting go is at least as wise (and prudent) as hanging on. And you have the photographs. Such colors and textures overall, all built upon a desert place and culture. Do desert tones evoke such reactions for the senses?
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Sadly, I can’t have everything I love, Christopher; at least I can take pictures, so I can remember it! I do love that purple. I’m a big lover of color, textiles and patterns, so that’s why I buy so many scarves, which are a lot easier to carry, and cheaper to collect. I love the desert, especially after my two years living in Oman, and I’m drawn to retire in a place like New Mexico, although I don’t know if I can convince my husband. π
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Wow!
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Thanks, Sue. π
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Your post brought back memories of our trip to Marrakech. I remember my farewell meal was a lamb tagine and was so delicious.
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I’m glad I brought you some happy memories, Sylvia. A lamb tagine sounds tasty indeed! π
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So rich with colour! I love all the patterned plates and bowls. Well done on resisting the carpet: much more trouble to get home than a few scarves π.
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I loved the ceramics for sure, but they were too heavy to think of lugging all around Italy after leaving Morocco. I should have visited Morocco AFTER Italy! π
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Now you think of it!
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Yes, too late! π
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Snake charmers – no thanks. I do not like snakes. But those beautiful plates are something else. It would be difficult to choose just one but I’m sure I would have to buy one.
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Snakes are not my thing either. I certainly don’t want to touch one or have one anywhere near! As for the ceramics, I wanted some so badly but knew I’d have to lug them all over Italy after Morocco. I should have done Italy and then Morocco, so I could have shopped to my heart’s content. π
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