Inside, the maze of narrow streets seem only accessible by foot, but motorbikes often whiz passed you or heavily loadead horse-drawn carts squeeze their way through. Walking through the medina, we are constantly hassled by shopkeepers. Mounds of colorful spices are advertised for all different medicinal and culinary purposes- yellow mounds of turmeric, bright blue chunks of raw indigo, pink blocks of jasmine perfume.
It is impossible to choose between all of the artisinal goods made here- pottery, shoes, textiles, baskets- each item unique and beautifully handmade. However, haggling is a huge part of life in Marrakech so we had to be prepared. Negotiations go back and forth until you finally agree on a price and shake on it. Walking away with your treasure feels like a serious accomplishment.