A sea of djellabas swarm through the hot, dark alleys. The air is filled with the shouts of shopkeepers, the buzz of the mopeds cutting through the crowd. The smells of spices fill the air, tinged with the smell of leather emanating from the rows of colourful babouche. Men leer at the westerners as they pass; beggars shake their tins crouched on dusty pavements.
Mystery lurks round every corner, inviting, enchanting... She gazes at the bright colours of the robes, the shoes, the carpets piled to the ceiling... Blinking in the sudden light she steps out into the busy plaza.