Bristling with palm trees and minarets, Marrakech sits on a red dusty plain between the Sahara, the Atlantic and the snow-capped mountains of Morocco’s High Atlas.
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Bristling with palm trees and minarets, Marrakech sits on a red dusty plain between the Sahara, the Atlantic and the snow-capped mountains of Morocco’s High Atlas. In this lush oasis dancing to the beat of African drums, ancient lanes vanish in a dark meandering medina while on the breezy tree-lined boulevards, elegant pony and traps trot in a flurry of tassels and bells. When the ramparts turn fiery red in the setting sun, myriad scents drift across the city, roses, jasmine, orange blossom and a host of Moroccan spices. It’s overwhelming, intriguing and totally bewitching.
