
This is a guest post by Nicole from Woman Seeks World Stepping out of a taxi in the middle of Djemaa el-Fna in the heart of Marrakech is like nothing I’ve ever experienced before – the smell of spices drifting up your nostrils, the shrill cry of a monkey dangling from an unsuspecting tourists shoulders and your own thumping heart in your chest, anxious at the sensory overload that awaits.










