At this point, I am not too sure about how I feel about Marrakesh. It certainly is a city of complete contradictions. The handicrafts and metalworking are absolutely gorgeous, but then the poverty is prevelant. The women wear the full Muslim garb, and look ladylike, but then they ride scooters or motorcycles with reckless abadon.
I didn't think that people still used donkeys for travel and work, but that reveals my true ignorance and naivete. 

The sales merchants are incredibly aggressive, though if you ignore them they usually leave you be. The henna ladies will chase you down sometimes and start drawing on you despite your protests and demand cash. 

Nothing is free in Marrakesh, not even directions, you may think that people are being polite and giving you directions, but they ask for money afterwards. 

On a brighter note, I ate at the restaurant Riad Omar, and the food was great and there was much of it. 

The cheap places to eat are in the main square and while these restaurants would be shut down in Canada due to health code violations, I dont know anyone who has gotten sick and you can get a full meal for 50 dirhams which is 7 dollars Cdn. 

The architecture is completely underrated and magnificent. 

The men will call you a gazelle and its not an insult, but a compliment. 

Many merchants speak tourist English, meaning they know how to sell you their stuff in many languages. 

I am finished with Morocco. I just want to leave. It sucks being a woman in this place