Daylight drips through the gaps forming puddles on the cobbled paving.
Wrapped within wonky stone walls are the alleyways of the Old Medina in Marrakech. In place of roofing there are a random series of toppings made from wooden slats or fabrics. Daylight drips through the gaps forming puddles on the cobbled paving.
A magical glow happens where sunbeams pass through sheer fabrics and mysterious shadows are cast in corners and down alleyways where brightness can barely reach. At each intersection of lanes is a decision: “where shall I explore next?” Of all the beautiful wares to be bought in Morocco, the best commodity is not for sale: their attitude to TIME.
The best commodity is not for sale: their attitude to TIME.
There is no shame in languishing for hours drinking coffee/tea; chatting with friends and sharing meals.
I’ve found it refreshing that there is little advertising in Morocco and feel the relief of not being bombarded with persuasions to improve myself or buy ways to happiness.
Today my body is tired but I am at peace in this rich and magical place. Tomorrow we move to Essaouira for more clinical work.
(This is a diary excerpt from April. I went to Morocco on clinical placement with the organisation Dental Mavericks.)
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