The Marrakech medina: and buying babouches at the slipper souk

Wouldn’t it be lovely, really, wouldn’t it be lovely to wear pajamas the whole day……..?  And wouldn't it be equally lovely to simply wear slippers all the time? Why then life would be rather like one big pajama party, wouldn’t it? 

(Sigh, let’s face it, the blogging girl was simply trying to rationalize why she so often found herself in Marrakech’s slipper souk, known as the souk de babouches.  At this rate, it might just be easier for her to set up a small cot nearby.)

 

 

 

 

PS Many thanks for all the comments on my Marrakech magazine articles! So sweet:)