For the latest in our historical holiday series, Sarah takes in the sights, sounds and smells of Morocco’s former imperial capital.
“Don’t bring sunglasses,” was the curious advice given to me before my first trip to Marrakech. Wary, I packed them anyway but they stayed firmly stashed in my suitcase. For this is the way to take in Marrakech – unblinkered, and able to drink in the details of the city: mounds of spices and dried herbs in the souks, each a different shade of gold and red; the intricate mosaics of turquoise, white and navy that garland the walls and floors of riads and restaurants; the clean lines of the Koutoubia mosque against the azure sky: and the regular calls to prayer that ring out from mosques across the city.
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