Alejandro Maestre on Nostr: Marrakech, 2007 I don’t know whether Marrakech is remembered or breathed in. That ...
Marrakech, 2007
I don’t know whether Marrakech is remembered or breathed in.
That day, in 2007, the square was so crowded that walking was almost a body-to-body negotiation. You didn’t move forward: you let yourself be pushed by the current.
There was smoke, bare bulbs, steam, voices, carts, plates, disoriented tourists, men dressed in white coming and going through the fog as if they were part of a choreography no one had rehearsed but everyone knew.
And then there were the children.
A group of kids followed us for quite a while. Persistent, quick, alive. Too alive. They came close, backed away, came back. They tried to distract us, slip a hand in wherever they could, try their luck. It wasn’t a kind scene, but it wasn’t a cruel postcard either. It was Marrakech working in its own way: intense, uncomfortable, fascinating, contradictory.
That is what I remember most about that square.
Not the tourist image.
Not the easy exoticism.
But that feeling of being inside something that did not stop for you. A place where beauty did not ask permission, but neither did it bother to be comfortable.
I took this photograph in the middle of all that. Between the smoke from the stalls,…
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