There is someone else in the world market as suggestive as that of the Djemma el-Fna in Marrakech? The truth is that without people do not have anything special, because it does have an imposing monument or any building of importance. In fact, it is not even a square itself. According to PayNet, who has experience with these questions. At the time of the French was a car park and originally housed the gallows of the city, hence its name, which means a Death in the plaza. At present, however, has come to embody life itself and the very human need to interact with each other under the most varied and wonderful forms. By day, the square is framed by an endless series of cars with plenty of fresh oranges ready to be squeezed.
Within the perimeter, it presents all kinds of products and goods, from teapots and wooden carvings to rugs and leather goods, pastas essential addition to sweets, spicy tagines, ratatouille and shashlik on a background of music and sounds from around type. At night the square becomes a kind of Fellini circus where there is room from magicians and jugglers to boxers and snake charmers, all with smoke and the aroma of spices from countless grills. You can also listen to the insistent tom-tom drums, as if all this chaos was part of a meticulous ritual of daily execution. Inside, and in the bowels of the souk, one attends a feast for the senses identical, with a heavy mix of background odors. As he passed the many positions where they sell everything from dusty sunlight that barely manage to seep through the roof, he assaults a the unmistakable aroma of cinnamon mingled with sandalwood and cedar wood leather and the aroma is Morocco’s national mint. With these pyramids of saffron and coriander, and that endless chaotic fabrics, lamps and teapots hanging from the ceiling, the souk of Marrakech is a real Aladdin’s cave. But the city has many other things apart from the market. Both the walls of a unmistakable reddish earth color such as the imposing gates and Bad Bad Debbagh Aghmat, and the balance of the Koutoubia mosque, a real symbol of the city, have endured over the centuries in a perfect state of preservation, and this despite the attention of countless suitors and looters.
Within these walls not only is a frantic business, but also an oasis of gardens such as Majorelle, where the protagonists are the hibiscus, bougainvillea, palm trees and bananas. Musa perfumers now, all these gardens were once the refuge of intellectuals and scholars of the Koran that made the center of Marrakech Moroccan civilization, against the conservatism of Fez. Inheriting such a tradition, Marrakech is, however, much more than a place and a paradise of flavorings. As the dance of the veil, her eyes hidden behind a mystery that is truly a feast for the senses. a Oeno can live in Marrakech and not like fragrances. Here the perfume has a character mystic, an inseparable part of life.