PhotoStories | The Streets of Marrakesh
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The streets of Marrakesh are chaotic, sure, but they aren’t threatening. The men of Marrakesh do return your curiosity in healthy measure, especially if you are a woman with a camera. There are those who like to try and make an unfair profit on your foreign naiveté – as an Indian though, I come with an inbuilt con-radar. Then there are others who painstakingly explain their craft to you and then give you a discount they can barely afford, just because you listened. The women mostly huddle about in groups, or go about their business in measured, somewhat wary paces. Things get hot, dusty and noisy, just this side of unbearable – and then you turn a corner and unexpectedly find yourself in a small tunnelled refuge of utter quietude.
I suspect Marrakesh hides its real stories in these alleys, behind the stereotypical frontage of the chaos, the colour, the men you encounter in the souks. To find those stories though, I’ll have to make another, less touristy trip. For now, it’s what I saw on the surface – on the streets of Marrakesh.
Until next time, then.
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