Upon first sight of the large white outer wall and diamond shaped windows it was instantly recognisable and unmistakably where the Sex and the City girls had landed in ‘Abu Dhabi’. However this wasn’t the UAE but Marrakech airport in sunny Morocco.
After a quick change at our digs, we took a few moments to breathe in the Moroccan air on our rooftop where we spotted the symbol of Marrakech, the Koutoubia mosque in the distance. Not a cloud in the sky.
One sip then souk.
As a way to get our bearings on our first night in a strange city, we went shopping. An activity that translates into any language. On the way there I spotted my first tagines bubbling away.
Eventually we tired and went in search of sustenance. Our first stop was a fruit juice stand where 30 pence bought me a much needed freshly squeezed orange juice. This wouldn’t be my last. We settled at a restaurant terrace with a view over the Jemaa El Fna square and of the setting sun. Here I was determined to have my first taste of a tagine.My veal tagine…Merguez sausages and cous cousAnd we had to finish off our meal with a round of mint teas. Well it would be rude not to…
We found our way back to the riad in the dark after a quick whizz round the night market where we decided on the week’s dinners. Even the snails and the sheep heads made it on our things to try list with a big side order of maybe.
We even survived crossing the busy chaotic roads in one piece and so our Moroccan adventure was able to continue.