Trapped in the Jewish Quarter (Marrakech Travel Story – Part 2)

I stuck out my sweaty 10 dirham. “Thank you.” He shook his head. “No, no. Thank you, but it’s free. This is your place to explore.” Then, as if it was the most casual selection in the world, he pointed to a market stall at our left. He picked up a spice and began showing … More Trapped in the Jewish Quarter (Marrakech Travel Story – Part 2)