In the evenings we ventured into Djemaa el Fnaa, the central square of the old town.
Water sellers approach to pose,
The noise is cacophanous. There are stalls selling everything from Henna tattoos to false teeth.
Snake charmers, belly dancers, and fortune tellers all vie for attention.
But beware, they can spot a camera at a thousand paces, and every photo has to be paid for.
Dozens of stalls squeeze oranges and sell juice. Dozens of others are piled with dates nuts apricots and figs.
Rows of tables covered in white cloths wait for customers from the food stalls, all shouting words of encouragement to attract diners to try snail soup, meat on skewers and lentil stew.
'Come on ladies, we are air conditioned'
I ask if these are sheeps heads.
'Yes madame..and sheep bollock, very good'
We decline their offers and move into the souks and on to our meal in the Riyad Monceau,