Open Market in Marrakesh

This was in Marrakesh, Morocco.  Another oldie image shot in 2014.  I didn't edit this image back then because I hated Morocco.  I had imagined it as Graham Nash sung about it in the 1969 song "Marrakesh Express."  No, there was no smelling of garden in ones hair.  No animal carpet wall to wall.  No colored cottons hanging in the air.  Nash must have been high on acid when he went there.  The Moroccans were wild.  Especially the men.  At night, the men would be dancing in the street and touching people.  Live music droning everywhere you go.  I felt like I was having a bad acid trip.  Still I'm glad we went for the experience.  Though I'm not going back there.