A midst the chaos, desperate locals pull you from every direction if only for a second to show you what's on offer. Excuse me, hello, welcome to Morocco, maybe tomorrow, take this for free. Birds chirp, mounts of prickly pear glow, ladies offer intricate patterns of henna designs to passing girls. The Adhan is called by Muazzien's from different mosques to alert Muslims to the call of prayer which circulates and animates around the Medina. Goose bumps and memories. Some Muslims walk their paths to pray and thank Allah for the life he's given them and other sell tourists hash. Clippity clop go the donkeys, beep beep go the motorbikes and baaaaaaa go the sheep. In all this, hopeful children chase you in a bid to sell you some napkins, please please, only one Dirham. Bonjour, bonjour, spices, aromas, mint tea, oranges and just right there we are.