Drifting thru Morocco

So let me set the scene for you. Upon arriving at the train station a Uber/Lyft person picked us up. As we drove thru the town we Passthrough would appear To be a to be a big rodeo drive or supermall place. But as the driver venture onward pass all the modern wide spacious beauty and glamour We passed through the Ancient walls of Marrakesh the Atmosphere changed fromGlamour to tight, cramped hustle and bustle. We were no with the smell of money. We were no smelling carbon monoxide from the 1000s of Motorcycles racing thru those tight carnival walls filled with purveyors of every item you could want that you didn’t know you wanted it.En savoir plus