Especially coming from Scandinavia, I was at first taken aback and even confused and a bit annoyed by everyone trying to start a conversation with me. But it grew on me, and was actually quite nice. I didn't meet a single unpleasant person there- on the contrary every person I met was very genuinely nice, and totally willing to go out of their way to help someone out. The amount of people we asked for directions who then dropped everything to take us where we were trying to get rather than just explaining it to us was staggeringly high. I now understand how it is that Morocco is consistently at the top of the list of the world's friendliest countries to foreigners.
Yarn drying on the rooftop of a dyers' workshop. |
Some stalls in one of the squares. |
The mosque. |
I made a new friend. |
Another lovely door. |
And another. Seriously, beautiful doors everywhere. |
The souks are even bustling at night. |
Really bustling. |
And, the mosque at night. |
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