Tea, Spice, Smoke
I couldn’t leave without spices. Just out of the taxi, in my first seconds on the street, the smell of Marrakesh transported me back to my first trip. And with just an hour before needing to check in for my return flight, I had to bring some of that smell with me.
On my way to and from the souks over the prior days, I had browsed in a few shops around the Bahia Palace. There was metalwork. Rugs and produce. Clothes. But the Herboristeries were a magnet. I had stopped the day prior to take some pictures and chatted with the owner’s family, one of whom had spent time living in Canada. But I returned on Sunday with a mission. I needed to raise my tagine game back at home. [Continue…]