The Red City--Merrakesh, Morocco

Just as Casablanca is white, Marrakesh is the  pink color of the traditional  terra cotta.  It is beautiful to behold as a sensory experience.

Then comes the city itself. 
Everywhere you go in Marrakech, you end up chatting and haggling. And even if you don’t agree on a price and end up walking away, the most important thing—Moroccans say—is to leave avec un sourir. To enjoy Marrakech, you definitely need to keep a sense of humor, otherwise the endlessly creative “friends” and “guides” will only annoy you, and the constant attention and haggling of the medina will become tiring. Be prepared for an overload of sensory experiences: the smell of mint mixed with saffron, oils, and perfumes, tanned leader, tagines cooking on the street, de-blooding chickens, buckets full of escargots, exhaust fumes, and the occasional donkey dung. Merchants trying to attract your attention, men young and old selling hashish, mopeds honking incessantly, people approaching you offering their services or simply asking where you’re from and welcoming you to Morocco. Women hidden behind the Islamic veil offering henna tattoos administered through plastic syringes, snake enchanters, storytellers, and men with trained monkeys happy to climb all over you for a picture and a few dirham.