Marrakech
The old town is a permanent festival, a crazy activity spreads along the alleyways and souks. In some ways, it reminded me of Yunnan.The street stalls and the trade corporations. The art of wood work and the caravanserais. The micro-tagines that are simmered at a client’s request, and the tiny restaurants improvised in a shadowy corner. The abounding markets, and the perilous traffic…