And Then There Was Morocco

Morocco is an enchantress, a seductress. It is enticing, beguiling, mesmerizing, dazzling, magnificent, resplendent.

Morocco is its darkened alleys, sparkling mosaics, intricately carved woodwork, veiled women, and handicrafts in many rainbows of colors. It disturbs us with the relentless smell of the blood of freshly killed animals, suffocates us with the odor of damp wool in the rug shops, and revives us with the refreshing scents of mint and cilantro in its markets and orange blossoms in its many gardens. Its medinas disorient us in their maze by hiding the direction of the mid-day sun. Its land stuns us with its picture-postcard beauty at every turn.

We love Marrakech. We love Morocco.