No need to get up too earlier, we now know that nothing happen for hours. I really feel like taking pictures, partly to not go home empty-handed and to overcome the frustration of the loss. We drop off our luggage in the hotel lobby and take a taxi to the medina. Quite a labyrinth, and to be honest, not so nice to visit. Here, many cars, motorcycles and mopeds squeeze into the narrow streets. It's quite overcast, making the pollution of the city even more obvious. We have to ward of scamers constantly, some have pretty elaborate schemes involving various guides who just happen to go in the right direction. We're on our own until Jayne finally accepts to follow a guy (not a guide, or so we hope) who's going where we want to go: the Cafe Arabe. It's soon obvious that he's not taking the easiest route and we quickly feel lost, it seems like we're going in circles without ever ending up at the same place. We see fewer tourists, especially as we get closer to the tanneries. The guy assures us that there are special non-stinky tanneries. That remains to be seen as, even with the nose in a bouquet of fresh mint, the stench is horrible. We decline any business visit suggested by our "guide", who finally drops us in the middle of nowhere. Hard to ask for direction as everyone points somewhere else. We finally spot a gate, and after a few more winding streets, we're finally on a main road. We hail a cab to bring us back to the main square. We opt for the patio of a small restaurant overlooking the plaza, and while we're waiting to be served, I take a quick trip to the souks to take pictures, and have my right hand design with henna. By day, it's easier to appreciate the technique, and I actually got to choose the pattern. Along the way, I get a glimpse of snake charmeurs, guys handling monkeys, and strange booth, like the one of that guy selling second-hand dentures next to a big pile of human teeth. Pick your own.
Back to the hotel, and off to the airport. I admit that I'm a bit eager to leave Marrakesh, although I'm quite sad to live Morocco.
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