My day began at 5:39 when the muezzin decided that I've already slept enough. Using his low quality mic and speakers that were probably inherited directly from the prophet he woke up the city. He even cleared his throat in the mic. Anyways, 3 hours later we were compensated for this by Riad Dar Nouba's outstanding breakfast.
We were invited to the first floor balcony, we were served eggs, jam, fresh bread, mint tea, cheese and other stuff. First thing after breakfast we decided to walk ask the way to the bus station and buy our tickets to Zagora. However the tickets for the 15th were sold out. So we purchased tickets to Ouarzazate, and from there in the afternoon to Zagora. From the station we made our way with a taxi to the Jardin Majorelle, which used to be a painting artist studio and Yves Saint Laurent turned it to a garden with a huge variety of palms, cactuses and other plants in it. The place includes a museum of the Berber culture and heritage.
We had lunch in the medina in Souk Cafe, a really nice place with an impressive rooftop terrace. Chicken tageen with lemon sauce. #nomnomnom. We explored the Ben Youssef Medersa, a religious school's old building and the nearby museum of the city of Marrakech. Some pictures with a thousand words.
After a little chilax in the riad we walked to visit the foundouk area. A foundouk is a traditional and fully functional court of artisan workshops. An old man showed us how to carve wood using both of his hands and both of his feet, gave us a small souvenir for which he didn't even ask for money.
In Jamaa el Fna square in the evening we saw some snake show. Then I made a mistake, taking out my camera. They tried to put a snake around my neck for the sake of a photo, but I succeeded to sneak out. It was quite disgusting for me. Jeruen didn't have problem with that and was photographed by me wearing a fashionable Moroccan designed green snake on top of his hat. This uninvited incident coased around 10 euros. Well I guess this is their source of income.
Walking over the square we saw a lot of places to eat, however these were all places for tourists, which both of us dislike. So we decided to look for something else and ended up on another rooftop at cafe de terraces. Instead of tageen we are only first courses, which were really tasty. The chicken filled sweet party is the winner.
One of the strange things here in Morocco is that strangers just start talking to you. Basically they want your money. Not rude, but sometimes annoying. Sir? Sir? Excuse me! This way sir! It's better for you! Right. Face him for a second, and say thanks but no thanks directly with some self confidence and they go away. This is how it works here.
We were invited to the first floor balcony, we were served eggs, jam, fresh bread, mint tea, cheese and other stuff. First thing after breakfast we decided to walk ask the way to the bus station and buy our tickets to Zagora. However the tickets for the 15th were sold out. So we purchased tickets to Ouarzazate, and from there in the afternoon to Zagora. From the station we made our way with a taxi to the Jardin Majorelle, which used to be a painting artist studio and Yves Saint Laurent turned it to a garden with a huge variety of palms, cactuses and other plants in it. The place includes a museum of the Berber culture and heritage.
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In Jamaa el Fna square in the evening we saw some snake show. Then I made a mistake, taking out my camera. They tried to put a snake around my neck for the sake of a photo, but I succeeded to sneak out. It was quite disgusting for me. Jeruen didn't have problem with that and was photographed by me wearing a fashionable Moroccan designed green snake on top of his hat. This uninvited incident coased around 10 euros. Well I guess this is their source of income.
Walking over the square we saw a lot of places to eat, however these were all places for tourists, which both of us dislike. So we decided to look for something else and ended up on another rooftop at cafe de terraces. Instead of tageen we are only first courses, which were really tasty. The chicken filled sweet party is the winner.
One of the strange things here in Morocco is that strangers just start talking to you. Basically they want your money. Not rude, but sometimes annoying. Sir? Sir? Excuse me! This way sir! It's better for you! Right. Face him for a second, and say thanks but no thanks directly with some self confidence and they go away. This is how it works here.
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