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Framed
by the snowy heights of the Atlas, with rose-coloured ramparts and a
thousand year old palm grove, Marrakesh casts a magical spell. Sumptuous and
exunerant, it radiates splendour and mysticism; at the dye merchants, in the
explosion of multicoloured wools; at Festival time, in the rhythm of the
music, in the emotion of the dancers; in the idle talk of the merchants and
in the skill of the jugglers. Enchantments, you feel it in the shades of the
blue gardens and in the overwhelming perfection of the Koutoubia.
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