Sights and Sounds of Marrakech

I was lingering uncertainly on the edge of the crowd as mesmerised as the snakes by the music when one of them suddenly lunged towards us and then slithered across the paving stones at great speed. As one we screamed and fled. I was glad I had not paid ten dirhams to take a photo because after being chased away by the subject I had no intention of getting within shooting distance.
Truant snake recaptured in Djemaa el Fna Square in Marrakech
Snake charming was just one of the sideshows taking place in the Djemaa el Fna Square in Marrakesh, our final destination on a tour of Morocco by road and rail. We had only arrived an hour earlier and like most visitors to this city I was keen to experience the atmosphere of this square in the evening. Our group, organised by Solos Holidays arrived as the dying embers of the day cast a glow over the square. Attracted by their bright red poles I stopped to watch people fishing for soft drinks cheered on by their supporters.
Fishing for soft drinks in Djemaa el Fna Square in Marrakech
I moved on working my way through pockets of mirth and music as people laughed at street performers while the beating of drums attracted their audiences. I stepped in and out of pools of light and shadow drawn towards the sizzle and scent of cooking food in the centre of a large open area. Swirls of white smoke danced above the makeshift restaurants before spiralling up into the black sky.
Makeshift restaurants in Djemaa el Fna Square in Marrakech
Naked light bulbs illuminated small stalls on the periphery displaying their wares – I loved the bright colours of the ceramics and I was delighted that I was able to browse without being hassled – such a pleasant change from previous shopping forays in this country.
Ceramics for sale in Djemaa el Fna Square in Marrakech
As I made my way out of the square I was encouraged to have a henna tattoo by two women who appeared to be practising on themselves – a henna party.
A henna party in Djemaa el Fna Square in Marrakech
The next morning I was up early and opened my balcony door to be greeted by the sweet sound of birds singing in the trees that populated the courtyard below. Within minutes a new, throaty voice joined in – the call to pray coming from the minaret of the local mosque. A mosque, the famous Koutoubia Mosque was the first place we visited the next morning. We strolled through the gardens towards its minaret, the highest building in Marrakesh enjoying the freshness of the early morning and the glitter of sunlight on the fine spray of the sprinklers that whispered in the background.
Gardens of the Koutoubia Mosque in Marrakech
Next on our agenda was the Bahia Palace where ornate carvings and colourful tiles complemented the heavy brown wooden doors that enticed us into the many rooms and courtyards of this lovely building.
Bahia Palace in Marrakech
After leaving the palace we entered the narrow alleyways of a souk. The sun, now high in a startling blue sky, warmed the terracotta of the walls that flanked us on both sides as we made our way to the Dar Si Said Museum. Inside we wandered around looking at a fascinating array of old doors and other artifacts from the surrounding region. The source of each door is identified by the manner of its decoration.
Dar Si Said Museum Marrakech
When we left we continued our exploration of the souk. The roar of motor bike engines chased us down the passageways and warning shouts punctuated our conversations. I was fearful for the eggs piled high on the delivery man’s motor cycle as he wobbled past us.
Egg deliveries in a souk in Marrakech
As we meandered along I had to keep stopping to admire the doors on either side of us – plain ones, painted ones, studded ones, faded ones – the variety is endless. I was struck by the paucity of windows but I knew from eating in restaurants and visiting a carpet factory that had once been private homes that these narrow entrances would open out into high-ceilinged spacious rooms.
A decorated door in a souk in Marrakech
Vendors of similar products gather in the same areas and I had to stop to marvel at mountains of olives
Olives for sale in the souk in Marrakech
and peaks of coloured spices.
Spices for sale in a souk in Marrakech
We emerged into the bright sunshine and a sparsely populated Djemaa el Fna Square. Mounds of oranges glowed on the fruit juice stalls and street performers were dotted around the exposed grey surface. In need of refreshment we climbed the stairs to Le Grande Balcon de Café Glacier and after purchasing a soft drink or a mint tea (served in individual silver tea pots) we settled down to enjoy the cool breeze and watch the performers below us.
Acrobats perform in Djemaa el Fna Square in Marrakech
I could have lingered there for the rest of the day watching the kaleidoscope of life ebbing and flowing across the square but it was time to move on.
I was captivated by the Majorelle Gardens and the bright blues and yellows of the decorative pots interspersed amongst the greenery. Visitors respected the tranquillity of this oasis in a busy city where the only sound was the murmur of their voices.
A quiet corner in the Majorelle Garden in Marrakech
That evening we went back to Djemaa el Fna Square where it had taken on its lively night time persona and once again it throbbed with the performances of both street performers and stall holders exhorting us to sample their food. We chose
Restaurant Chez Aicha as it offered such a wide variety of fish and meat dishes.
Aicha of Chez Aicha a restaurant in Djemaa el Fna Square Marrakech
After a delicious meal it was time to leave and as I walked away from the brightly lit stalls into the shadows I passed a solitary basket seller and an old man sawing with his bow at the two remaining strings of an ancient violin. The sound he produced was just as bad as one would imagine it could be but nevertheless the memory of that sound still makes me smile.
A basket seller in Djemaa el Fria Square Marrakech

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About the Author - Valery Collins
London, England

I have been addicted to travel since I was three years old and escaped from the confines of the family home and set off for Windsor – on foot. After qualifying as a solicitor I took a gap year and worked as a tour leader on a freelance basis. That was 20 years ago and I am still working as a tour leader. Over the years I have ridden camels, horses and an ostrich, walked and skied in mountains and followed the Inca trail and climbed towers and temples. I write honest reviews of my travels in the hope it will inspire others to follow in my footsteps.

Valery on the Zugspitzplatt above Garmisch-Partenkirchen in Bavaria

While travelling I have always kept a diary and that was the basis of my first book about my experiences. Then I discovered blogging which is a great outlet for both my writing and my photography.

Recently I became a regular contributor to GPSMyCity and my city guides have been converted to Guided Travel Articles

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