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Discovering the magic
of the Imperial city of Marrakech is like peeling an orange.
It must be accomplished with care, with patience. Start with
a carriage ride around the ochre-colored ramparts . . . |
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Stop at the Bab ed Dabbagh,
gateway to the tanneries where, in a centuries-old process,
animal skins are immersed in a vast network of dyeing vats -
each with its own color, its own powerful scent. Plunge into
the Medina - the walled city of Marrakech - the most exotic
and sensual in all Morocco. |
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You'll marvel at the sights
and sounds of Marrakech . . . in the Souk Larzal, the wool market
. . . in the Souk El Maazi, the goatskin market . . . in the
Souk El Zarbia, the carpet market . . . in the Souk Haddadine
- the market of the iron workers. You'll be dazzled by the multicolored
fabrics hanging in the Souk of the Wool-Dyers . . . |
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Discover the secret harmony
of the Koutoubia Minaret. Even older than the Giralda Tower
in Seville, what is its secret? We have the answer: the perfect
balance that comes from a construction five times taller than
its breadth. Medieval architects always aimed for this magic
equation . . . |
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And then you must be sure to
come to the Jemaa el Fna square at twilight. This is the magical
hour, when all of Marrakech seems to descend on the city's central
plaza, creating a tableau vivant straight out of the "1001
Nights." This is arguably the world's most exotic moment
- a tumult of acrobats, boxers, story-tellers, snake charmers,
water carriers, juice-squeezers, henna-painters . . . unforgettable
street theater that captivates every visitor. |
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