One from the Archives: Marrakech

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One evening during our honeymoon, we sat and watched the sun set over the Jamaa el Fna (ساحة جامع الفناء). Jamaa el Fna can translate either to something about congregating or something about death. So, depending on which guide book you read it’s either charming or ominous.

Either way, it’s still the main square in Marrakech with winding alleyways leading to the square from the many twists and turns of the medina. During the day, it’s an orange juice stall-strewn gathering place for locals and tourists and locals trying to get tourists to buy stuff. At night, food stalls stand at attention and games of chance replace leashed monkeys.

It was a sincerely insane sunset that night and we had a perch atop one of the many cafes that line the plaza. So we sat and sipped and talked about the colors of the sky as the call to prayer started in round-like fashion all around us. The calls ended, the sun set, and then, it was dark. I’ve no clue what this man was doing or selling. I wouldn’t have been surprised by any answer.


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