The call to prayer from Koutoubia mosque bellows out across the city. It is late afternoon rush-hour in Marrakech during Ramadan, and on the street the sound is of noisy, exuberant chaos as everyone heads home to eat after a day of fasting.
Our motorbike with sidecar weaves in and out of dusty old trucks laden with boxes of mint and thyme, buses are stuffed with passengers and mopeds seem to come at us from every direction, horns tooting.
Somehow