Marrakech was a full on rush of sights and sounds. From the second we left the quiet sanctuary of our Riad, we entered into twisting passages leading to the main square and branching off to many different twisting alleys lined with merchants. Many sit quietly in their shops, others have young men who try to cajole or entice passersby to come in and just “have a look!” Very few of the gentle offers of tea that you read about. More: “Come On!” and “Good Prices!”
Our quiet moments were at the tourist sites which were only attended by a ticket collector and very few other workers. Little to no information or context. But they are quite beautiful. At night, we went back to Jamaa el Fna square and were subject to the full treatment: “Come to Eight! The Food is Great!” “27! Stairway to Heaven!” as the men in front of each of the (nearly identical) food tents tried to get the two of us to take a seat and order a tagine, or kebab.
We opted to start with a typical (and quiet) snail soup stand. We followed that up with a tagine and a delicious hot spiced tea from friendly cart number 69.