My town, Marrakech
It’s hard to believe that just six months ago I boarded a flight to Istanbul, thinking I’d never return. I’d had enough. I packed up my house. Left my keys with a friend. And planned to return only to move my stuff to my next destination.
But after five weeks away, I was longing to return. I realized that Marrakech is my city. It’s the place that makes me come alive. (Check out my post about Richard Florida’s Who’s your city? idea.)
You see, there’s a certain energy in Marrakech. You either feel it, or you don’t. It can’t be explained.
But there’s also a certain pleasant lifestyle.
It’s a place where fruits and vegetables are purchased daily, in-season and local. And make for refreshingly delicious juices.
A place where the houses in the old medina are old, but full of charm despite the endless headaches they may cause.
Where secrets are hidden behind every doorway. And in this case, revealed from a neighbouring rooftop terrace.
And walking through the medina is like stepping back in time, seeing the artisans hard at work.
That despite some tasks being extremely challenging, others are extremely convenient and simple.
And the local designers. Oh my. Step inside one of their boutiques and I easily leave with a few bags.
It’s a city filled with where I’ve met some amazing creative types who like to create their own schedule. And create by their own “rules” in life.
But most of all, it’s a city that constantly amazes me.
And it’s a city with a magnificent skyline. Don’t you think?
I just can’t get enough!
Have you been to Marrakech? Did you love it too?