Morocco

my heart aches for you

We were led in to the Old City, to our Riad, by an old man and his donkey, our backpacks bouncing in the cart behind them. It was somehow perfect. Marrakech was hot - so hot, dry, noisy, crowded, mysterious and magical. Due to a mix-up, our host had not reserved our room, so she offered us a large bedouin tent on the roof of her house. The ancient tent …