Perhaps the most famous place in Marrakech is the Djemaa el-Fna, a large open space in the Medina where tourists and locals congregate all day and night.
We were charmed by snakes, spoken to constantly by the orange juice sellers and I tried to ignore the attentions of the henna artists as we meandered about taking it all in. People and traffic intermingle and the square changes its purpose and intentions from day to night.
One evening I bought a tasty sweet biscuit from the many mothers and children selling them on little trays, and then the next day we were shopping for Christmas presents. This was the best find ever… I won’t say who we bought it for…
As the afternoon turns to evening tables and kitchens are set up, the smell of cooking fills the air – a nice contrast to the constant motorbike fumes, and people settle down to eat.
All the food stalls in the Djemma el-Fna are very cheap, and with an exchange rate of £1 to 13dh you cannot break the bank. We spent about 200dh for the two of us, and dined at Mohamad Ben Ali Safiani aka No. 22 twice.
We ordered a number of dishes including brochettes viande haché (grilled veg), olives, tagine au poulet (chicken), calamares (squid), crevettes (prawns) and some frites (fries stupid), all washed down with a nice bottle of Coke. Mmmmm.
Everything was cooked well and tasted fabulous, and it was just perfect to sit outside in the December air.
We came back the next night after a day trip to the Ouzoud Cascades. We were tired from the sun and the bus journey and it was great to just sit down and be fed immediately.
I had soup this time plus some more seafood. I think I had some lovely lamb kebabs but I don’t have documentary evidence so I could be wrong.
Our two dinners were served with bread and two sauces, one fresh tomato one, and one spicy intense hot one. Yummy.
Oh, and here are some photos of the snakes.
Plus a photo taken from the bottom left of the square, taken on our last evening.