Upon our return from the desert, we had a couple of days left to chill and explore Marrakesh at our leisure. With a new house to decorate, on top of my agenda was the souks. I had lights, ceramics, rugs and pouffes to buy!
I was in my element meandering through the alleyways, with the different sights and smells.
I bought two lights similar to these,
and a bowl in blue, similar to one of these.
Whilst wandering round, we stumbled across this little old man. Aged 96 years old and with no teeth he was the Moroccan Grandad I always wanted.
He proceeded to whip the family photo albums out and showed me photo's of himself from the 1970's and 1980's with all the different tourists he's met.
His Grandson then hopped aboard the action and we learnt that the old man had been selling rugs near enough all of his adult life in the same stall in Marrakesh.
He proceeded to make us some mint tea and wanted to hold my hand. With a lovely experience like this I haggled and bought one of his rugs at a reasonable price.
The grandson then asked us if we wanted to see where the wools were dyed in the medina. With a sense of intrigue, we followed him as he moved quickly down the narrow alleyways. We meandered our way past different stalls, with locals shouting and asking us to come and have a look in their shops. Politely declining and keeping up the pace with the grandson we arrived at the dyers market.
We were shown all the different natural powders they used to dye the materials.
I then watched him stir the dye into the boiling water. The man was absolutely filthy and covered in red dye made from poppies.
The heat and the smell from the bubbling pot of colour was overwhelming.
Looking up to the sky we could see all the different batches of colourful wool drying in the Moroccan sun.
Keeping on the theme of traditional craftsmanship, we also hopped in a cab and went to visit the tanneries. As they dye leather here, they use bird poo in the process, so the smell is oh so stinky! Luckily before you enter they give you a bunch of mint leaves to hold under your nose so it isn't too unpleasant.
After smelling pigeon poop, we then decided to head back to our little oasis.
Pool time + Beer time = A great end to a great holiday!