You might say all paths in Marrakech lead to Jema el Fnaa. At least for its many visitors. Here, in the main square, you can have your hands and feet coated in fine henna print, drink fresh orange juice or nibble a slice from a pyramid of spice cake, watch a snake charmer, storyteller, or acrobat, or just wander through layers of cooking smoke, sunlight, and people. Tom, Brett, and I preferred to watch the wonders of Jema el Fnaa from a safe distance. Each of our Marrakech days ended at our rooftop terrace table in Cafe Argana, from which safe distance we could admire belly dancers and sunsets alike.
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