Is it French influence? Is it at the heart of Islam? Something inherently part of the Magreb soul?
We don’t know the source, we only know the truth:
Marrakesh is orderly, polite, and clean.
When compared to some other places we’ve visited:
- Marrakeshi drivers stop at their own stop lights (Mostly. Bicycles are least predictable.)
- The city’s buildings are a fresh-looking, near uniform shade of pinkish clay.
- “No, thank you ,” when said in Arabic, is an answer that most people respect. (Phonetically, that’s la shyukran, if you ever need it.)
- Nearly no advertising distracts the eye.
- No buildings can approach the height of the mosques, so the city feels open to the sky, which is free of clouds, morning, noon, and night.
- These horses? Catch bags are part of the harness, so none of their droppings litter the street.
- Nearly everyone is responsible for sweeping. Shop keepers. Municipal employees. Children.
- Trash disappears. Consistently.
On the edge of the Sarah,