It's easy to get lost in the tangled streets of Marrakech. Arriving in the city of colour, I'm pretty confident I can work the system, navigating from A to B to eventually end up in the central square of Jemaa el-Fnaa. With my phone in one hand and my eyes fixed ahead, I navigate the streets of the over-crowded Medina. The sun is fierce and noise reverberates around me. Locals try to sell merchandise, people ask if I need help finding my way and in the distance I hear the adhan being called. I've only spent 30 minutes in these narrow, dimly lit souks but I realise it's time to give up.
I grab my backpack and stow my phone. The city feels like a maze and Google Maps can't keep up. But perhaps it's for the best. With its many merchants, charmers, street vendors and tourists, Marrakech is meant to be wandered, and I decide to let my curiosity guide me. After all, the Medina is best enjoyed following the summery smell of freshly squeezed orange juice, sizzling tagine and the sweet scent of mint tea and harira soup. This city is a feast for all the senses.