Marrakech: and a tale of seeing is believing

She sat next to me in the airport in Washington.  Our conversation went something like this:

Her: So going to New York?

Me:  Yes, in transit.  I'm actually going to Marrakech.  You know, in Morocco.

Her:  Morocco?  Marrakech?  Wow!  That's amazing.  I mean, I think it's amazing.  I mean, I don't know for sure.  I've never been or anything.  What's it like?  

And I tried to tell her then.  I tried to tell her about the people.  About the way that they looked and dressed and spoke, and the way they patted their heart when they said hello.  I tried to tell her about the medina and the souks, and the shops filled to overflowing.  I tried to tell her about the architecture and the fortresses and the tiles that went on forever.  And I tried to tell her about the grittiness and the craziness and the sometimes sadness.  

But you know....I am not sure that I could really tell her.  Because the words ...they're not enough.   They could never be enough.  Because you have to see it.  You have to experience it.  You have to feel it.  And only then -- yes, only then....

can you know.  

But I will get closer to explaining it to you, if you watch this.

Watchtower of Morocco from Leonardo Dalessandri on Vimeo.

Many thanks to Leonardo for sending this to me.  {His mother's hopes with that name of his were just about on track.}

PS Want more? Subscribe to My Marrakesh here and receive it in your inbox.