Bab Khemis.  Famous for it’s Thursday market.  Bab means gate and Khemis means Thursday.  

It’s a  car boot sale on acid.  The camels and slaves that they used to trade in here are long gone, but almost everything else you can think of is available.

I was there for 2 hours… just wandering, looking, taking it all in and could have stayed so much longer.

I found myself, as always, getting away from the crowds – trying to find a vantage point higher up.

There was a spot to the South West of the main market where the donkeys go to rest.  The donkey drivers invited me in for some tea.

It smelt as you can well imagine and was full of filth and flies but I felt privileged.  

There were a thousand people outside all vying for tools, sinks, clothes, barbie dolls – you name it – and here I was sharing tea with a donkey driver.  

I roamed around aimlessly stopping here and there to take pictures.

Marrakech as you have no doubt noticed is alive.  

It’s vibrant, energetic and colourful.  It sings songs wherever you go.  There is a story on every corner, a picture at every step.  Its like Marmite – potent and overwhelming and whether you like it or not – you won’t forget it.