Marrakesh is manic. Its a great spot to pick up interesting household bits, but it does get a bit much when someone tries to sell you a rug at every corner. The markets in town were excellent and I could have spent a fortune buying bits, but you always had the feeling that the odds were against you. We got accosted by the usual touristy things minutes after walking into the main square - monkeys on your shoulders and snakes round the neck. Also the food sellers practically forced you to their tables to eat tagines and strange parts of animals, whether you wanted them or not. I became very wary of most sellers, as you couldn't really browse - you had to buy. We got lost once and unfortunately couldn't ask anyone for directions, without the risk of being taken to a shop and forced to buy a teapot.
But aside from the hectic streets, we did have a lovely Riad in the heart of the medina with Fys and Pippa, which provided a great refuge from the hubbub. The food was pretty good around the city and we enjoyed the local spa. I found the dentists chairs amusing, with their rusty pliers and thousands of molars on display. Also the colourful spice shops and mountains of olives looked appealing. I would definitely go back to shop, but would be better prepared next time with a decent map and two key words 'la shokran' (no thanks).
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