As I arrived in Marrakech late in the evening, tired and hungry after a very long day I’ve spent in a train, Marrakech was too much for me. It is a hectic city, walking in the Medina goes very slowly between the crowds, and murky figures you shouldn’t trust appear at every corner. The following day – I was well rested – my own feeling changed quickly. Despite the crowds, Marrakech was so vibrant and exciting! I stopped every few steps to take a closer look, to take pictures and to chat with the locals. My human intuition led me to the honest people, and a few basic words in Arabic made it easy to chase away the others. With my new confidence, I enjoyed the crazy spectacle, roamed through the souks to find new photo motifs and watched the vivid hustle. Especially the interaction between light and shadow seemed so unique and fascinating (therefore I chose the bnw photos). Though I had relaxed stops as well, in the silent madrasa, the impressing museums, the calm gardens and at the quiet rooftop terraces. And once again I found a place like home in one of the best hostels on earth, whose lovely hosts simply gave me the name “Hakima”. In the end I felt so uncanny inspired and a deeply sad feeling came over me as I finally had to say goodbye to the gripping oriental dream called ❤️ Marrakech ❤️