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TripAdvisor Reviews Riad Agnaoue Marrakech
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... hotels and plenty of lovely budget accommodations that line the narrow lanes. Of course, there are art galleries (often with Jim Morrison, Marilyn Monroe, or Jimi Hendrix poster size prints), craft shops, a museum and endless tourist shops selling carpets, leather goods and the usual cheap souvenirs. "Kif" or "hash" was whispered in our direction a few times until they got to know us. African rhythms drift from music shops. ...
... a calm place inside knowing I could find my way 'home'. Completely alone and not having met any other travelers, I ate solo and watched the action on the square from a rooftop restaurant.
Once dusk hit, I decided to hire a romantic horse drawn carriage to tour the rest of Marrakech in. I plugged in my music--- and smiled. Alone in my carriage with my music and new-found confidence, I shed tears. Tears of joy, satisfaction and appreciation for how fortunate ...
... was amazing. A real zigzag rod down the High Atlas and along the ridges. Berber villages clinging to the hill sides all the way.
Marrakesh at 11am. First stop as usual the supermarket!!!! Then onto a campsite. Took an hour to find it. Our driver is really winging it but we get there in the end.
Washing, shower, dinner and then into ...
... and pastries - they looked a real delight! Each little store is kept beautifully and the cobbled alleyways are swept and wet down several times a day. It's impressive to say the least!
I loved the continuously repeated stores with their Moroccan carpets, leather goods and teapots. I loved the unassuming people and I loved the chanting muerzzins, regularly calling from the mosque. After comparing and trying on Arabic (pointed) and Berber ...
... your father 1,000 camels you stay here!
-Enchanting woman, I want you in my shop
-How about some mint tea? Come in, come in!
-Angel, come here! I give you real cheap!
-Excuse me, you drop something! (my reply: No, I didn’t) Oh yes, it was my heart!
Eventually we found ourselves bartering with a man who had a unique bartering style different from any of the others:
Me: How much for this bag?
He: For you, Queen Victoria, 700 Dirhams ...