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Hazy sunrise seen from the rooftop of our Riad. Mohammed VI, king of Morocco overlooking everyone. Due to dry and desert climate almost everyone wears djellaba. Streets of Medina are in perpetual motion. Koutubia mosque, largest one in Marrakech. A palm tree in need of assistance. A metaphor. Children use the mosque area as a playground. Many layers of Djemaa el-Fnaa square. Djemaa el-Fnaa is the main square and market of the city. Deep shade and flashy colors of a souk. Marrakech is known as red (ocher) city. Sounds of motorbikes will haunt you through medina streets. Every family owns two to three scooters. A man breaking stones into smaller pieces on a pre-construction site inside the Medina. Shades of ocher. Sandy colored taxies and KFC near frequent tourist spots. Solo. El Badii palace. A getaway for tourists seeking for some peace and quiet. Satelite dishes on roofs. Only minarets are higher than other buildings. Traffic accidents are a common thing and almost a street necessity. Women in Bahia palace covering her face from my camera. Using old but effective techiques to carry things. Djellaba was traditionally worn by Berbers, an ethnic group in northwest Africa. Sun sets over Djemaa el-Fnaa Moroccan overlooking European blonde. After sunset the square becomes a magical place of storytelling and snake whisperers. Route regionale 207 towards town of Essaouira. Despite harsh and rocky environment, people don´t give up on harvesting the land. Periphery of Marrakech shows life that is distant from the one seen in touristy parts. Road 207. Goats climb the argan trees today mainly for touristic purposes as owners expect a fee for a photograph. The tree is endemic to Morocco. Whenever there´s an accident, people gather in a jury-like manner. Fishing port of Essaouira. City on the Atlantic ocean. Cat waiting for fishermen´s prey. Distinctive indigo blue fishing boats and seagulls circling the port. Essaouira and the ocean. Boy drops his icecream wrapping, missing the gutter. Almost no one pays attention to traffic rules here. Tourism shaped this country in a weird, sometimes unpleasant, way. Going back from school, on a highway-like road. Every place has a football potential. Boy draws in sand on a mostly empty mid-March beach. The Atlantic ocean.