Marrakesh. Probably the first words that come to one’s mind are buzz, colours, souks. Or maybe Djemaa el-Fna, one of the biggest and most visited squares in the world, declared Intangible Heritage of Humanity by Unesco. But this is not the typical post about the beautiful yet chaotic Moroccan city. Fancy discovering how Marrakesh looks like at 7 am?
It all started from the upper bunk bed of the cool riad I was staying at. A couple of snorers in an overairconditioned dorm plus a bloddy cricket making noise all night long seemed to be the perfect excuse to get up early and go enjoy my first full day in Marrakesh.
At 7 am there wasn’t any traffic. At all. The silent medina, and particularly Djemma el-Fna, looked pretty different from the night before, when I got a sneak peek from the Koutoubia Mosque trying to find my riad. That square that was in full swing at 11 pm with all kinds of artists, food stalls and even snake charmers had turned into an almost empty place, as if it trying to recover from a very bad hangover that takes place day after day. Only some orange juice sellers were starting to put up their stalls and get ready for the hundreds of tourists that would pass by during the day and fall for those 4 dirham (0,40 euros) refreshing juices.
At that time, the shops around the medina slowly waked up too. Some locals cycled along the streets to go buy some khobz (Arabic bread). It was good idea to run errands early, indeed. A few hours later the temperatures were going to be unbearable. It was August, so the thermometer would go up to 40ºC at around 3 pm.
I kept on wandering the streets and enjoying the morning peace and quiet for another couple of hours, asking myself wether that place was really the same I arrived to the night before. Afterwards I went back to my riad, ready to kill that cricket, and the snorers too [joking].