You may have noticed that doors are really small in Marrakesh, many of them old and rusty, with delicate designs hinting at the promise of something less banal within.
Unassuming doors are often framed by baked walls the colour of summer sunsets, made of chalk and clay.
An interesting feature is that there is often a sentinel holding the door (hodor!), casually watching passersby but really guarding her eight lives and paradise across the threshold.
If you slow down long enough to notice the purring guard and say “Salaam Aleikum“, she may bless you with a glimpse of the flourishing secret world in the dar beyond, and some respite from the heat.
As you stoop low to enter, you may be seduced by the many stone arches that seem to invite you to other possibilities, but I would recommend staying focused on getting to the promised land.
The first thing you may notice upon arriving is cool relief or the sound of a playful fountain sparkling in the shade. Colourful tiles laid out in its own beautiful language, a motionless lush garden waiting to be embraced.
If you were cunning enough to have bribed the guard with a treat, you may even be invited to sit and sip a glass of mint tea with me.
In response to The Story Behind a Door Discover Challenge