Does this sort of picture look familiar?
The locals don’t like to have their pictures taken. So, to get some shots of the people of Marrakech, I had to click without being seen. This meant holding my camera by my side, trying to aim and hoping for the best. Most of you won’t notice a difference, as I’m a shitty photographer. But, at least you’ll get a sense of what these folks look like.
My guide, Mustafa, was incredibly helpful. In addition to keeping me from getting hopelessly lost, he was able to explain the subtleties of Marrakech to me. I saw what looked like rather organized graffiti and asked the obvious question: “What does it mean?”
Apparently, it’s political. And, it’s not really graffiti.
Well, yesterday was hectic. Laura and I hit the ground in Marrakech, checked into the Hivernage hotel and wasted no time getting into the old, walled part of the city (called the “medina”). This is where Marrakech comes to life. And, if you aren’t prepared for what you can see, this spot will intimidate the shit out of you. Of course, I had a map and didn’t think we needed a guide.
My advice to you: get a guide.
I flew EasyJet for the first time yesterday. It’s Europe’s absolutely no-frills short-distance low-cost carrier. It wasn’t that bad, but if you know what you’re doing, the flight becomes a lot easier to handle. So, I put a story together for Gadling last night on how to get by on EasyJet.