Night time on the roof - what better place to enjoy a glass of good french red....
A wall waiting to be photographed just outside the mosque by the museum. After Ian took the pic, a boy came along and spread out skins on the ground in all manner of bright colours but Ian had vanished with the camera - or he may have been studying his map or checking the satallite dish compasses to make sure he was going north.
The street just out of our little rabbit warren to our riad. One thing I noticed about Marrakesh was how clean it is - eat your heart out London.
The mosque next door to our rooftop
This is a section of my carpet - made by the Berber people - lots more patterns.