Marrakech was a total change of scenery from my little life in France.
The "door" to enter the city. The city is surrounded by ramparts that are a gorgeous brick red color.
An old Fiat Uno taxi. All the taxis are either Fiat Unos or Peugeot 205s. They are old, and they are tanks. Pan's dad has an old Uno '92, so we were very proud to see them everywhere. One even had 885,000 kilometers.
The rug shop where we bought our rug. Rugs are for sale EVERYWHERE in Morocco. They are mostly made by hand and each one is unique.
One of the town squares where there is always an open air market.
A "herborist" where they sell herbs, lotions, oils, and other concoctions. Similar to a pharmacy, but a little more earthy.
Baskets outside a shop. The dried flowers are used as shampoo, potpourri, or for tea.
Avocado juice. Weird.
The view from a cafe we went to near the Riad we stayed at.
Most of the vendors use donkeys to move their things. They are EVERYWHERE. Seriously. Loads of tired, hot donkeys pulling wagons of stuff (herbs, cinder blocks, rice etc...)
The flower market.
An orange juice vendor. They are all over the main square in Marrakech. The best orange juice I've ever had. And freshly squeezed in front of you.
Nuts and dried fruit.
Herbs, dried or fresh.
The view from a restaurant we ate at, a view of the orange juice vendors and further, you can see the roofs of the "souks." The souks is a huge labyrinth jam packed with vendors selling you everything and anything.
