Today marked a change in my feeling about the souk. Places started to look familiar, I recognized faces and shops, and was able to find my way around. I knew to go left out of the riad, down the dark and scary alley, left at the trash heap, pass the musician, my favorite leather place is on the right, turn left at the rug dealer that ripped me off, right through the vegetable market, and there is the basket market.
Every single room in Salut Maroc was unique, decorated with antiques and tiled in the the most vibrant colors. Not a single corner was neglected, each room a piece of art. We spent the first hour touring each other’s rooms and taking pictures. It was an absolute feast for the eyes.
I woke up this morning to the sound of the call to prayer at 5am. It was a layered sound, starting beautifully and culminating in a dirge. There are mosques everywhere, each with their own signature sound. I slipped out of bed and padded up the stairs to the roof in my bare feet. Agony. […]