Mysterious Marrakech: why I never tire of Morocco's Red City
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Mysterious Marrakech: why I never tire of Morocco's Red City
"The rising sun sets fire to the snow-covered caps of the Atlas mountains. Within moments, the shadowy gorges are gleaming with warm terracotta hues."
"I turn my back on north Africa's highest peaks and look north where Marrakech, nicknamed the Red City, rests like a jagged ruby amid the jade swathes of palms."
"Drifting like pollen on a Saharan breeze, the sky around us is filled with dozens of hot-air balloons, providing a unique aerial vantage point."
"I revelled in the jolt of adrenaline that came with running the gauntlet of the phalanx of hustlers and faux guides on each foray into old Marrakech."
The Atlas mountains glow with the rising sun, contrasting with the shadowy gorges. Marrakech, the Red City, is surrounded by lush palms and olive groves. Hot-air balloons drift above, providing a view of the city’s medina and the Koutoubia minaret. The medina's alleys take longer to catch sunlight, while the Djemaa el-Fna plaza has a dark history. Aerial views reveal the city's layout and the bustling atmosphere, highlighting the contrast between the old and new parts of Marrakech.
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