Wake up at dawn and you will find starving cats lazily laying on the still fresh pavement, shy rays of sunshine making a way through, and quiet shady streets that seem to move in slow motion: aging hands fold the dough for Msemens, men carry trays of produce into the souks and barely perceivable smells start to fill the air.

Give it another two hours and you will be faced with an entirely different world : the sound of motorcycles slaloming the oh so narrow streets of the Medina, buzzing the many tourists who stand in their way, an intriguing blend of the most appetizing and aggressive smells alike, charming smiles and angry shouts.

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