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By Charla Diehl
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The stench in the air made me feel dirty. Camel droppings and urine trickling down the narrow streets added to the pungent odor filling my nostrils. The clothes worn by our guide resembled a costume in a biblical film. He gave us a tour through one of the working districts. Scrawny young boys with daunting eyes were huddled in tiny individual dirt dug outs. These candle lit work shops is where they spent their days sanding or carving small items that later would be sold at the market.
Tents filled with woven baskets, beaded jewelry, wooden items and more dotted the massive market square in Marrakech. A curious crowd was gathering so my husband and I, along with our American friends meandered over to see what was going on. We heard music--a flute perhaps. Then we saw him, the snake charmer! No kidding. I used to think they were characters movie makers put in their films for fun! I nudged my way a little closer in hopes of getting a souvenir picture to take home to my family. With my little instamatic camera I viewed him through the window. Click. One more. Click. Suddenly the snake charmer grabbed a cobra by the neck and came charging at me shouting angry words. Of course I had no idea what he was saying, but from his wrinkled eyebrows I knew he was more than annoyed with me. Closer and closer he came waving the cobra’s head in my direction. I took off running and he gave me a good chase, snake and all, before giving up. Not an experience I cared to repeat.
Next up was a bus tour of the rural areas. Waiting patiently for all to board the rag top vehicle with cloth roll-up windows, I spied a little girl with saucer-size dark eyes. I smiled at her and she worked at returning the same. Another photo op. Click--flash. My ignorance and selfish need for another souvenir picture frightened the child. Within seconds a man rushed into the bus as his angry eyes searched me out. Thankfully, no one turned me in. It was at this point I put my trouble making camera away.
The day wore on until we were treated to a special meal at The King’s Palace. Again, it seemed like a scene from a movie. The domed ceiling of the dimly lit restaurant was draped in fabric with vibrant colors. The food was quite spicy (someone told us it was camel meat), the music was foreign to my ear, and I wasn’t sure but I thought one of the belly dancers was flirting with my hubby. Was I angry? No, but I sure missed my little girls back home. I couldn’t wait to take pictures of them!
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