An early morning walk through the Medina revealed a very different but strangely familiar city. The hawkers had not yet opened their doors or arrived to set up for the day. Some litter lay around but surprisingly little. What I did not expect was that familiar sight of graffiti on walls. I wonder if I … Read more
In Marrakech a community baker is at work. Here local families bring their freshly leavened loaves to be baked. One man is responsible for the entire day’s baking and he has to get every one of those loaves perfect. To say more about this Moroccan tradition I would only be paraphrasing so here is a … Read more
In the alleyways of the medina can be found any number of souvenir trinket shops to lure the visitor into parting with their tourist dollar for some Moroccan treasure. Unfortunately the goods that might actually be useful tend to be too hard to pack or made from materials that Australian customs would frown upon. These … Read more
The alleyways of the Marrakech Medina are not for the distracted or those slow to react. One moment you’re sharing the cobblestones with locals strolling about their business or travellers exploring the town. The next moment you have some local Moroccan lads bearing down upon you on a tricycle hosting a couple of French tourists. … Read more
The Marrakech Medina was insane. A madding chaotic mix of tradition, tourism, markets, hawking and seeming managed confusion. Initially I found my senses quite overwhelmed. I wanted to capture everything but everything was too big, too fast, too busy, too smelly and too colourful and it took spending time with a guide to begin making … Read more