24 hours in my favourite place on earth, the red city that never stops. Filled with interactions and by-chance meetings that ensure every persons experience is unique. I first arrived in Marrakech in the evening as Jemaa el-Fnaa was erupting into it's nightly antics. With my backpack on and map in hand, I hopelessly tried to navigate the streets. Discovering very quickly to surrender myself to this place, a place unlike anywhere I had ever experienced before. Here is how I felt after my first 24 hours in Marrakech. 
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