I guess it’s time to leave Morocco on a high note. After the chaos of our arrival, the two days we spent in Marrakech were wonderful, lazy days, which is surprising considering how busy those souks are!
1. The Colours
During the day, Marrakesh Medina is a sprawling maze of colour. Every tiny shop is overloaded with items for sale. Each one had its own theme. The textile stores brimmed with pashminas and sparkling wedding blankets (I opted out of one of those!). Spices were piled high next to bottles filled of unimaginable things and baskets of dried flowers, and there were more dates than we could eat or freshly squeezed orange juice than we could drink!
2. Hidden Design
Because the markets tiny streets are so covered with things for sale it would be easy to miss some of the beautiful architecture behind it. Each twist and turn hides a little gem of the patterns Morocco is so famous for. Definitely not as prevalent as Fes or many of the other stops we made along the way, every now and then you found a clear reminder of where you were. This beautiful Hand of Fatima door knocker was one of my favourite details seen during the entire trip.
3. Rooftop Cafes
Ultimately, the best thing you can do after a long stint in the market is go up. My Marrakesh bucket list only had two things on it: spa day and rooftop cafe. Happily, I managed both and we got up to Cafe Des Espices within the first few hours of our arrival. There is a small square on Rahba Kedima, a ten to fifteen minute walk into the souks from Jemaa el-Fnaa, where we found spice shops, teeny turtles, and the triangle of cafes we spent most of our time in. Whether having coffee and listening to the call to prayer, or having a fancy three course dinner, rooftop cafes are a beautiful way to escape after shopping up a storm.
Sadly, it was too hazy for us to properly make out the Atlas Mountains which run along the eastern horizon. We could make them out very faintly and I’ll bet anything they look pretty spectacular on a clear day. Instead we just enjoyed the sounds of the day and the sunsets and the lights of the early evening from our perch above the world.
After thirteen days it was finally time to leave Morocco. Taking off, I could distinctly make out Jemaa el-Fnaa out amongst the orange rooftops and I knew I’d have to return some day. We left so much untouched: Chefchaouen, the coast south of Marrakesh, I’d love to spent more time roaming in the Sahara (maybe without a camel next time). It’s always sad to leave your holidays behind, but coming home only leads to the next adventure, right?