So much has been written about the magic of the Marrakech Souks, neverending with so many pockets and corners of life, it's hard to add anything new, but it's also hard to not photograph and share this place, so I will.
It's hard to fathom how much stuff lies within the walls of these markets, goods crammed into so many stalls, filling street after street. The possibility, the endlessness and the mess of it all, I just loved.
We had a quick bite at rooftop Cafe Clock a little out of the action first before heading in. We didn't have much time to spend here; long metallic dresses, pointy slippers with pom poms on the tips, embroidered bucket bags and ceramics were all on the list to find. We ended up spending the most time in a three-storey rug shop with its own tiled rooftop terraces upstairs, layers and layers of patterned or embroidered fabric spilled over every surface of this place. I bought a smallish yellow rug on my friend Gillian's insistence that it was actually a 'meditation mat' and therefore an essential item. We didn't really find everything we wanted but we didn't really care either because we'd seen so much. We ended the trip with lunch at another rooftop, incredible Nomad with modern Moroccan food looking over the main square.