ESSAOUIRA MEDINA
       
     
Essaouira
       
     
ROAD TO ESSAOUIRA
       
     
Marrakesh Medina
       
     
Marrakesh Medina
       
     
MARRAKESH MEDINA
       
     
Skala de la Kasbah, Essaouira
       
     
Skala de la Kasbah, Essaouira
       
     
Majorelle Garden
       
     
MAJORELLE GARDEN
       
     
MAJORELLE GARDEN
       
     
Majorelle Garden
       
     
Jemaa El Fna
       
     
Jemaa El Fna
       
     
Jemaa El Fna
       
     
Jemaa El Fna
       
     
ESSAOUIRA MEDINA
       
     
ESSAOUIRA MEDINA

"When I was a kid, we were not rich. We lived in the medina and there were only Moroccan people there at the time. Poor people, rich people… everybody used to live there as neighbours. It was ok for people to mix between classes. But when there was the Aid celebrations, we had to buy a sheep. And the bigger its horns, the richer we looked. My dad couldn’t buy one with very big horns. I felt ashamed that my friends would see this sheep with tiny horns. So he told me this:

-The trick is not to have a sheep with big horns. Ours is better, because it’s got more fat. This is what makes a good sheep! Go tell your friends!

My dad didn’t care about what other people would think. But he knew I would. So to save my family’s reputation, I would go and talk to my friends, telling them what my dad had said to me. That a good sheep needed to be fat, not to have big horns."

Essaouira
       
     
Essaouira

When my dad was a kid, there was an eclipse in Morocco. You have to understand people were not necessarily educated back then. No one knew what was happening. They thought this was an apocalypse and they were all going to die. So everybody went out of the houses and asked their neighbours for forgiveness. One said "Sorry my friend, I once stole a chicken from you". Another said "Sorry my friend, I slept with your wife". When the sun finally came back, it was kind of awkward in the neighbourhood...

ROAD TO ESSAOUIRA
       
     
ROAD TO ESSAOUIRA

-She looks like she’s considering suicide.

-She can’t kill herself.

-Why not?

-She’s tethered in the tree. They are all.

-Why is that?

-How likely do you think it is that a goat would stay standing in a tree so that all the buses and tourist cars have had time to grab their picture?

-Must be why she looks like she's considering suicide then.

Marrakesh Medina
       
     
Marrakesh Medina

About bargaining in Marrakesh for a carriage ride:

-Hey rouya, how much for the grand tour?

-300 dirhams.

-La la la… it’s too expensive.

This is the step where I tell my friend that I don’t need to ride a carriage around the city. He won’t have it:

-How far do you go?

-The whole thing my friend, Gueliz, the Medina, the Koutoubia, everything!

-Ok. 100.

-La la la… 300.

-120.

-300.

-150.

At this point, I’m losing patience like a 5-year-old and am about to demand an orange juice, or a donkey, anything to stop this insane conversation. I’m grabbing my friend by the hand and unsuccessfully trying to pull him away from the damn cart. Clearly, I'm not the only one losing patience as this is the moment the driver says:

-Yalla.

15 minutes later, we’ve done the “whole” tour. My friend gets off the carriage and asks:

-Why did we not go to Gueliz? We didn’t do the grand tour!

-Why do you want to go to Gueliz? There’s nothing to see there.

Marrakesh Medina
       
     
Marrakesh Medina
MARRAKESH MEDINA
       
     
MARRAKESH MEDINA

Everywhere around the world, we trust our grandmothers to care for us and cure our illnesses. But where do they get their great wisdom from? In Morocco, a legend tells how...

Three old women wanted to trick the devil.

- What shall we do to get him to come? - they asked

As the devil loves an argument, they started to insult each other.

The devil came and the old women started to moan.

- What are you moaning about? - asked the devil.

- The devil is dead! - replied the old women

- Lies! I am the devil!

- We are telling you he’s dead. We don’t know you.

- I am the devil!

- Get in this amphora, then we’ll believe you.

He got in the amphora and the women sealed it.

- Open immediately! - he shouted.

They refused.

- Oh my girls! Let me go and I’ll be good to you.

- How could you be good, you, the devil?

- I’ll teach you how to win men over.

The women agreed to it and the devil taught them witchcraft as well as the cures for all illnesses.

Find out more in Pratiques des harems marocains by A.-R. De Lens, Editions du Sirocco

Skala de la Kasbah, Essaouira
       
     
Skala de la Kasbah, Essaouira

-This is where you get the best view on the sea in Essaouira.

-Where?

-This hotel right here. It’s about 5€ a night and you get the best view. But then again, they’ve got bed bugs and don’t really wash the rooms properly. It’s a choice you make.

Skala de la Kasbah, Essaouira
       
     
Skala de la Kasbah, Essaouira

-Do you paint these yourself?

-Yes

-How much are they?

-80 dirhams each.

-I’ll pay 100 for three.

(Ongoing conversation between my friend and the artist during which I started playing with the paintings I wanted)

-Yalla. 150.

Majorelle Garden
       
     
Majorelle Garden

The Moroccans are a very superstitious people. Dreams, in particular, are said to carry secret messages about what the future holds. Some examples...

If you dream of being in a garden, you'll have a happy life.

Pure water? You'll live well.

If you dream you've climbed to a terrace and got back down via the same set of stairs, your business will go always go well. If you can't get down, you'll have problems with your friends and won't find the way to defend yourself.

You'll marry a very important man if your mother dreamt of cutting a rose in a garden whilst she was pregnant.

If you dream of picking and cutting pomegranates, it means you'll travel far away, being separated from your friends before coming back.

If you dream of bathing your feet in the water, you'll be listened to.

If a bachelor dreams of picking a rose in a garden, he'll wed a pretty woman.

MAJORELLE GARDEN
       
     
MAJORELLE GARDEN

MAJORELLE GARDEN
       
     
MAJORELLE GARDEN

“vast splendours whose harmony I have orchestrated… This garden is a momentous task, to which I give myself entirely. It will take my last years from me and I will fall, exhausted, under its branches, after having given it all my love.”

Jacques Majorelle

Majorelle Garden
       
     
Majorelle Garden

Story to self:

The queue of tourists waiting to enter the garden was mainly composed of young and pretty girls in their best Instagram outfit. People come from all parts of the world to strike the pose, pretending to be natural before leaving the place without having even really seen it. They literally queue to have the same pictures taken, one after the other, as if Majorelle was some sort of runway for nobodies. Travellers have become their own work of art.

Jemaa El Fna
       
     
Jemaa El Fna

Story to self:

This is the only time the music stops on Jemaa El Fna. During the calls to prayer storytellers, singers and entertainers suddenly go quiet. Any other time of the day and for most of the night, you could always find your way back to the square by locating the sound of the gnawa drums.

Jemaa El Fna
       
     
Jemaa El Fna

-Did you see the storytellers on Jemaa El Fna?

-I think so.

-Those guys would tell stories like in the One Thousand and One Nights. So they tell you stories that go on and on and on without ever ending! Once they have a big enough group of people around them, they say: go fetch me 1kg of meat if you want to know the end. So you go and fetch the meat. And then they tell you to come back the next day to know the end. So you’ll go back the next day to hear the end of the story. But they see new people in the group, so they start the story all over again. It’s impossible to know the end of a story!

Jemaa El Fna
       
     
Jemaa El Fna

-Do you see people down here?
-Yes.
-30% of them work for me. They're undercover cops, they keep everyone safe.
-Is it dangerous?
-Not anymore. We want to make sure nothing like the Argana café attack happens again.

Jemaa El Fna
       
     
Jemaa El Fna

-I was worried about the snakes on Jemaa El Fna.

-They don’t put them around tourists’ necks anymore. They used to empty the venom each morning. But with the sun and the heat, the venom would refill and then someone got bitten and died.

-He died?

-Two men died. The snake charmer and the tourist. They both got bitten. So now, they leave the snakes on the floor and no one touches them.