Outside of the Souk’s, the streets of Marrakesh are stunning. Ash and I were captivated by them, admiring them from both street level and rooftop vista cafes.

I find talking about food pretty dull and especially wouldn’t read about it on another person’s blog. But sheesh the food in Marrakesh was amazing.

Fresh olives and roundbread come with EVERYTHING. Towards the end of the trip we realised we could’ve saved a lot by ordering only starters that, on arrival of the ‘dressings’, turn into a complete 4 course meal at no additional cost. The tradition Berber mint tea available everywhere is delicious and packs a seriously tasty sugar-infused punch.

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The Majorelle Garden is a two and half acre botanical garden and artist’s landscape garden in Marrakech, Morocco. It was created by the French Orientalist artist, Jacques Majorelle over almost forty years, starting in 1923, and features a Cubist villa designed by the French architect, Paul Sinoir in the 1930s.

It was incredibly busy when we visited, but the beauty of the garden still shone through. We could only imagine how truly tranquil it would be were there no tourists taking artless selfies.

A little under an hour into our first wander through the city and – boom – duped by a savvy local into buying more (average) food than we wanted. 2 tagines, a bowl of chips, and a massive egg and vegetable salad frenzy each. Eat it anyway, go to settle up. “You have to pay my wife, she’s up those stairs” … sure. 2 minutes later –Β boomΒ – in his carpet shop and he’s pulling down some rugs to demo. No thanks! We have to insist. “Okay, well that’ll be XYZ dirhams for the meal please”. The number doesn’t sound right. Maybe we haven’t gotten used to the currency here yet? We linger on the notion for a few seconds longer. Yeah okay. Then – boom – it was a rip off. No other meal will cost as much as this one did for the rest of the trip.

Ruddy hell. We quickly get over it.

Besides, there’s a silver lining; everything else seems so much cheaper for the rest of the jaunt. Score! Go us.

Marrakesh was a display of entrepreneurial spirit, smiling faces and frenzied activity from all walks of life. The pace of the place was wicked and the trinket-splattered streets, filmic Souks, districts and street-vendors were a genuine feast for the senses. The souks, yeah, stunning. For the most part anyway – some more ‘genuine’ and oldy wordy than the others. Everyone seems out to achieve something, which is really refreshing and engaging to to be around. Ash nearly had a shoe pinched by a cobbler. Great stuff. Highly recommended.