© Joan Currie

Untamed, disorderly, untainted by grandeur or pomp, untamable by council or committee, Jemaa El Fna is nothing less than bedlam.

Time Out Marrakech

My architect-adventurer daughter and I frequently travel together. We arrived in the Marrakech’s main square, Jemaa El Fna, at dusk. The out-of-focus photographs really captures the craziness of thousands of people of all nationalities pushing, pulsating to the drums, steering clear of the snake charmers, bargaining with the stall vendors, and feasting at large communal tables. We ordered a chicken pie that looked very much like the standard pot pies back home. It tasted like chicken but turned out to be pigeon!