The old city of Marrakesh is lined by an interminable ochre wall. It’s only once you find a break in this barrier that you are able to swap Old Testament type alleys and derbs for wide European style boulevards. Strangely, it’s not long before you yearn to be back within its snaking confines once more.

In the Djemaa El Fna, after dark, the market becomes alive with food stalls. The smoke rises into the black Moroccan sky and the place teems with life.