a walk through marrakech’s central square

the square we brave the annoyances of Marrakech for – with her fortune tellers and orange juice mafia. the story-tellers of old and tourists of new. you’ll catch a glimpse of the snake charmers, but only a glimpse – he’s the one almost chasing me in the right frame – demanding some money. sadly, it’s come to that, ‘meester, some monee!’, but hey… there’s also my favorite tea pimp at the beginning, if you ever go to this strange land, I’ll make the introductions.