Souks of Marrakesh

Marrakesh’s medina, or old city, is not a place for introverts. In the maze of alleys, the crush of people moving in every direction is constant. Motorbikes zip past, loaded with shopping. There are people shouting, horns honking, music playing, and the smell of smoke from tiny food stalls. Meet a shopkeeper’s gaze and he’ll greet you like an old friend. “Please, come in, take a look!” We made a few trips into the souks in our three days in Marrakesh, but I could only stay so long before I was overwhelmed.

One of the quieter corners of the tourist souks.

Stepping aside to let motorbikes through.

Outside the tourist areas, a window into of everyday life in the medina.

Students marching, apparently protesting something.