From the airport we head straight into the heart of Marrakech, itās emotional and geographic center, the Jemaa-el-Fnaa square. A jam-packed, chaotic place swarming with people at all times, night or day. Tourists, city folks, vendors and tricksters, acrobats and snake charmers and whirling dervish dancers. A deafening noise that just never stops.
Jemaa-el-Fnaa means āgathering of the deadā, sort of, and it refers to a time long ago when public executions took place here. Now itās less mortal but incredibly colourful.