a night at the souk• 11 comments •
They say that you haven't really experienced Marrakesh until you get lost in Jamaa el Fna (the souk). There are rows and rows of stands in the main square: freshly squeezed orange juice, nut and date, olives, tea and cake... I could go on for a long time. The rows of stands for the same product are nearly indistinguishable. Once you wander further into the market, the little "shops" that sell scarves, tea pots, clay tajine bowls, leather shoes, and so many other trinkets also start to look the same. It really does feel like a maze. I'm directionally impaired and have been known to get lost in malls, so luckily I had Alex with me who has been great at navigation during our travels. But, on this evening, we allowed ourselves to get lost. We exited the souk with two pairs of, probably fake, leather slippers ($5 each!), and ended up somewhere pretty far from our apartment. We had a map and the long walk back was nice. Sometimes during our "around the world" honeymoon, when we were getting a little stressed out, we'd tell the other person to relax because "we've got nowhere to be". This night reminded me of those times. That feeling, of having no place in particular to be, is one of my favourite things in the world.