Walk the Souks in Marrakech. – 1


Take a walk with me through the Souk in Marrakech, a photographic tour.  We’ve been exposed to so many breathtaking things.
Souks, that wind under huge sand coloured buildings lined with colourful things. It’s a maze of brilliant object d’art. But you share the confined spaces with motorbikes, donkeys, horses and hand pushed carts. It’s noisy, the smells are foreign and exotically sweet.
During the day it is almost predominately men present and the stalls appear to be run by men rather than women. I’ve been chastised very loudly for photographing a fruit stall and yet invited to take photos in other places.
Its quite cold, You have to layer and I would dearly love to be here in Summer.

Marrakech has the largest traditional Berber market in Morocco and the image of the city is closely associated with its souks. Paul Sullivan cites the souks as the principal shopping attraction in the city, describing it as “a honeycomb of intricately connected alleyways, this fundamental section of the old city is a micro-medina in itself, comprising a dizzying number of stalls and shops that range from itsy kiosks no bigger than an elf’s wardrobe to scruffy store-fronts that morph into glittering Aladdin’s Caves once you’re inside.” Historically the souks of Marrakech were divided into areas of retail, including leather, carpets, metalwork, pottery, etc. The areas are still roughly ordered but there is significant overlap today. Many of the souks sell items such as carpets and rugs, traditional Muslim attire, leather bags, and lanterns etc. Haggling is still a very important part of trade in the souks.



I will be going back into the Souk in a few days, and I think I really need to buy this blue. It’s amazing.

Then you come across a path with carpet. I mean how amazing is that.



The shoes match the colour pallet. I bought some…. no, they are not the most comfortable but for $10, they look super and mine will be used as slippers.


Capturing color and form.





You could easily get lost… not only physically, but emotionally in the splendour of the Souk. Don’t take photos of the people. But ask if you can take images of the shops, most people oblige.


There’s an area where wool is dyed… I was told it was natural minerals, but somehow I have my  doubts.

You walk down hand painted walled alleys until suddenly you find yourself under a ceiling of thread.



5 Comments Add yours

  1. Wendy in Kennewick says:

    Looks absolutely delicious!

  2. Cathy says:

    I am so grateful to be able to share in your extraordinary blog posts! Beautiful photography with such descriptive writings. I am in awe!

    1. Pam Holland says:

      thank you

  3. Barb Khaja says:

    Back home and looking at these photos, you really captured the souk so wonderfully. Thank you for sharing your thoughts and photos. They bring great joy.

    1. Pam Holland says:

      Glad you enjoyed it.

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