Whenever I travel to Morocco, I find I have difficulty remembering – or narrowing down – what drew me there in the first place.
Was it the mélange of Spanish, French and Arabic culture that results in something magical? Maybe it was the sense that this place remains a North African oasis: safe, beautiful and imminently welcoming. No, no, I correct myself, it must have been the varied landscapes, from desert sands to snow-capped mountains, practically begging to be explored.
Often I find that the answer was on the tip of my tongue the whole time: it was the immensely flavourful food, combining as it does the country’s blended culture with its seaside location, to delicious results. (Well, truth be told it’s usually a dead heat: the incredible food, plus all of the above!)
Whichever reason I credit for my trip, I’m always grateful to arrive in bustling Marrakech; it’s a fascinating city to explore and taste your way through, where half the fun is allowing yourself to get lost in the mint-scented Medina.