Endless passages have we wandered about in the Marrakesh Medina aimlessly with a gentle pace gathering moments into our memory banks. Inspired by the kindness of people who's prayers echo over the sunkissed Riad walls where faith is evident as well as hardworking souls and traditions that carry them onward: A little girl walking with a tray of bread balancing on her head to be baked in the community oven, donkey driven carts, carrying supplies this way and that, racing scooters that weave smoothly as argan oil between anything everything along the narrow passages, spices stacked high while Amlou (a thick brown paste with a texture similar to peanut butter) is being made by roasting almonds mixed with honey and argan oil... plus the endless weavers, colorful rugs and sandals and snake charmers and cats.
There is something about Marrakesh that renders inspiration that stirs my senses that makes me want to sip mint tea until sunset and contemplate the stillness of peace.