Marrakesh

We stopped at a good campsite on the outskirts of Marrakesh, Morocco's third largest city and perhaps the one most visited by tourists. The journey there was through rather flat featureless desert.

We saw some camels on the side of the road.

Our driver dropped us at the edge of the medina and next to an ancient mosque.

The main thing to see here is the large central square. Even early in the morning it is busy with tourist horse drawn carriages.

There are people in traditional costume wanting yu to take a picture of them with yourself and of course for a fee.

The monkey man will drop the monkey on your shoulder and expect you to pay him or perhaps take a picture of you holding the monkey.

The snake charmers were perhaps the most pushy standing in you way demanding money. Take a photo and you will be hounded by several until they have extracted as much as they think that they can get out of you. Some would follow you into the souk still trying to get money from you. Altogether not a pleasant experience. It was perhaps the worst city that we had visited.

 A street scene away from the tourist area of a row of blacksmiths forges.

 Another gateway over a road.

 And I had a tuna salad for lunch whilst being offered watches, bags and leather goods by street hawkers and acrobats performing in the street and then coming round with a hat.

But I still got a few photos of doors to add to my collection. It was becoming a challenge to find doors that were not painted blue.

 Another very ornate door to a mosque.

And yet more doors.