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.