A day in Marrakech

Read this journal entry. On Saturday, I wandered through a souk, a traditional market, in Marrakech. The narrow lanes were bustling, and the air smelled of spices. A stallholder greeted me warmly. I was curious about a bright green drink, so I asked what it was called and how it was usually served. He explained that mint tea is often offered to guests as a sign of hospitality. I thanked him and accepted a small cup. Later, I noticed that some visitors were taking photographs of people without asking. I decided to check with a craftsperson before photographing her at work. She smiled and agreed. I learnt that a few polite words in someone’s language can help break the ice, but listening carefully matters just as much. I left with a better understanding of the city and its customs.