First thing we noticed was the noise, bells, drums, whistles and people all talking at once. then we were struck by the almost medieval impression it gave with the building style, myriad of tunnels and way of life and finally the smell....a combination of petrol from the dozens of scooters racing along and weaving in & out of the alleys through to cat mess in the smaller alleys. Whichever way you looked, there was something going on. Everything from snake charmers to bare knuckle fighters in the square through to an overwhelming array of goods for sale in the souk itself. You could easily get lost, it's so big, but it's divided into sections, carpets, metals, lanterns, spices and so on so that helped with getting your bearings. The stall holders were friendly but all mastered the knack of effectively 'trapping' you in a corner of their stall and doing their utmost to make you buy....even if you didn't want to. Our English culture is one of browsing, picking up and putting down, going from shop to shop until we find something we may want to buy,,,,but here in Marrakech it felt like running the gauntlet as we ended up not wanting to stop and look for fear of being hassled yet again. Of course, this is the way shopping is done here but it felt like a strain rather than a pleasure after a while. Definitely worth a visit but one of those 'once seen never forgotten' excursions that we personally wouldn't want to repeat. We did enjoy it but it was exhausting.
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