April 23, 2014
Rudyard Kipling once wrote that “the first condition of understanding a foreign country is to smell it.” Nowhere is that more true than in Marrakech, where your senses can quite literally guide you through the twisting streets of the medina, from the fresh mint bunches of the locals-only vegetable. markets, past the smell of freshly baked bread at the community ferrane, through the cedar clippings of the carpenters souk, reluctantly towards the dark stench of the medieval tannery, and finally back to the sizzling kabobs of the cacophonous Djemma El Fna square.
Photography by Shantanu Starick.