Deadlines are looming and I find my mind wandering further and further away from the realm of library books and Shakespearian sonnets… All the way to the leafy canopies and blue bursts of the Jardin Majorelle in Marrakech.
With a mind-boggling array of sights to see, from mosques and tombs to gardens and souks, it’s no wonder that Marrakech is one of the busiest cities in Africa. This is a place where history is still very much alive, with architectural marvels around every corner, forging their creators’ presence into the walls of the city.
After reading an article in Cereal Magazine about an oasis hidden in the middle of Marrakech, I had to search it out when I visited the Red City in April this year. And Jardin Majorelle was just that; a secluded piece of paradise amid the blaring car horns and burning heat of the medina.
The anticipation of developing a roll of film. Feeling the shutter close with a mechanical snap and winding the stiff film forwards. Positioning your subject perfectly in the view-finder, because you know you won’t be taking the same photograph twice. These are a few reasons why I still shoot film.
Sitting under the shade of leaves covering our little terrace, I watch a tortoise tug at a shrub whilst the call to prayer echoes across the sky. The soft chirping of sparrows soothes my mind as they swoop between the palm trees. A white butterfly pauses momentarily on the arm of my chair.
Marrakech, North Africa’s vibrant jewel, is a city like no other. Its roads filled with speeding cars, mopeds and horse-drawn carts, and the hidden riads providing a cool oasis from the hustle and bustle of the square… Even a jam-packed four-day trip isn’t enough time to explore everything this magical city has to offer.