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TripAdvisor Reviews Riad Chergui Marrakech
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Today dawns with a dazzling blue sky and perfect temperatures (low 70s) for our day of touring in Marrakech. We see an historic olive garden, a towering minaret, ancient tombs, a gorgeous palace, a warren of souks, and the vibrant central square. All of this is a full day in itself, but the social whirl dosn't stop. Tonight we ...
The group has all arrived safe and sound, and after a free day we gather for welcome festivities at the private Riad of one of our most frequent travelers. His home is in the Medina, and to reach it we walk through the famous Jemaa El Fna Square. It is dazzling at sunset, as the crowds come alive watching snake charmers, pet monkeys, drumming groups, storytellers, and colorful characters of all descriptions.We gradually leave the hubbub ...
... Then we were led into a drugary where we bought herbal medicines spice and perfume for girls back at home. Then in the evening, after dinner, we went to the souks. As soon as we arrived we were greeted by; the sound of drums and music; the smell of spices and the sight of fires that people were gathering around.
The fourth day was spent in Casablanca where we saw some more mosques, churches and ...
... a little girl, probably not quite two. She cried and screamed nearly the entire 2 1/2 hour flight. The man behind me was holding a little girl about the same age who liked to kick my chair and slam the tray table closed every few minutes. Occasionally, the brother (behind) would yell at the screaming girl in front of me. Did I mention that I had a migraine?
Once we deplaned (first step on African soil--woohoo!), we had a really long line to go through ...
... but on your return will find it dry and empty. The owner, who had patiently waited with us whilst we had a coffee in town, directed us on two possible routes in the valley. As we stepped out we met his wife who offered us a wheel shaped loaf, still warm from the clay oven. It was like cake and we bit into it without the need for butter or jam. The tiny village shop stocked sardines tinned with chilli peppers, monkey nuts ad bars of caramel welded popcorn so ...