frank is a patient man
then the show began, so many rugs were brought out, not only to sell to us, but to show us the vast array of styles from many regions in morroco. the berbers were my particular favorites although picking a favorite rug was another story!
after an hour of dragging carpets on and off the showroom floor, we finally settled on these 2 for our place in italy.
then goodbyes, and we were off to explore the market deeper...as the night enveloped the souk, the surroundings became more alive with color and movement. walking through the food vendors was a feast for our eyes as well as our noses.
i was dying to try something like the snails with sour orange, but aziz warned us that we did not have the anti-bodies to handle it...although i saw many westerners tucking in for a bite, i thought it best to listen to our guide. there would be plenty of time to taste moroccan food, more on food later.
the main square of the medina was alive. motor scooters, bicycles, young people, old people, cars, horses. once we had seen most of the market, we settled in for a horse drawn carriage ride. it sounded a little touristy to me, but the temperature was a balmy 72 degrees, and it seemed like the perfect way to take in the many beautiful gardens lining the main boulevard (and it was). this trip was promising to be all i hoped for...more from marrakech to come.
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