I took a walk down to the Medina today and wandered the alleys of the souks. I learnt to look out for landmark features, like a beautiful carved window shutter, or a corner shop with particularly intricate silver teapots in a precarious stack. But regardless, I lost my way.

I followed a stooped old gentleman in a stained and threadbare djelaba. Both socks were worn right through at the heels and his cracked feet were poking through. His stick supported his slow progress and his plastic sandals slapped in time. My elderly guide never knew he had been assigned a task, but he completed it effortlessly, leading me right back to the main square of Jemaa el Fna.

Caught between the wailing call to prayer from 3 different mosques, I thanked him silently and decided I was definitely going to like this place.

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