Sand and dust, donkeys and asses, snake charmers and acrobats, tagines, orange juice, cactus fruit and fresh succulent figs. French and Arabic, leather bags and fragrant spices, coloured rugs and beaten copper, hammams and cobblestones, cart wheels and the call to prayer.
Mornings here start late. The light doesn’t filter down to the alleyways until later in the day. There is no sunrise in a riad, unless you’re sleeping on the rooftops.