Marrakech and I have history. I first visited way back in 2004 (before Instagram and Facebook), so some printed film photographs are the only documentation I have. Me and my boyfriend at the time stumbled into the main square as baby-faced travellers and took a room for the night with straw-filled pillows and a communal bathroom, hardly sleeping due to the riotous drumming booming in from the square below.
We then spent the following weeks getting lost in the labyrinthine souks (no Google maps) and witnessing snake charmers hypnotise cobras for photos.
