Dusk falls over the big square which isn't square at all but sort of kite shaped.
In the early morning Djemma Elfna is almost deserted. At night it is exotic and strange.
There are snake charmers, food sellers and story tellers. Needless to say, I can't follow a tale in Deriga (the local dialect) though the rapt attention paid the teller of tales convinces me that I'm missing something wonderful. So The Last Storytellers by Richard Hamilton came as a joy. There is a sweetness and a magic to these tales spiced with gruesomeness of Grimm and the bawdiness of A Thousand and One Nights. The pure of heart mostly triumph as they should. Most of the stories were new to me and I gobbled the book up in one day. Highly recommended!
A blessed and joyful Ramadan to all our friends in Marrakesh.