The Marrakech Medina was insane. A madding chaotic mix of tradition, tourism, markets, hawking and seeming managed confusion.
Initially I found my senses quite overwhelmed. I wanted to capture everything but everything was too big, too fast, too busy, too smelly and too colourful and it took spending time with a guide to begin making any sense of it all.
After a while it became clear this was a place of protocols and rules, a place of bending rules when they needed bending and being told one one thing while observing another. There was nothing black and white here! When asked about these indiscretions of form our guide Abdul simply laughed and said, “and that’s why we love Morocco”.
Just like the amazing colours of the spices in the markets of Tinsmith Square, black and white will never do.