After  winding through several quiet side streets, we came to the Medina. The energy was instant and intense. Motorbikes sped and weaved around the crowds of people. “come in, come in” the Souk venders shouted trying to haul us in to buy their wares, selling everything from brightly coloured clothing to meats to household goods.

We neared the market and the alternating aromas hit full force. We passed spice shops which temporarily distracted from the heavy fumes of the speeding motorbikes. Through the masses of people, dressed in blue, pink and green, we made our way through the souks to have a drink at a cafe upon a balcony, for a better view.  The buzz of activity was mesmerizing to watch and capture.

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