…at the end of the palm there is Marrakech, closed in its red walls, with the big tower of the Koutubia in the middle and behind the mountains covered in snow. Not always you can see them but when you can they are sparkling, sharp as wolf teeth, with a sky wich has a blu dense as an enamel, not as feeble as in Africa. It will seem little, is very much instead: impression of that red and wide walls, with that snow-covered mounts can’t be blanked out.
Marrakech has a dazzling beauty, as in “The Arabian Nights”, all made of deep red, pink and violet shades; in the streets an exultation of bouganvillee and jacaranda blossom trees, in the shadow of wich is walking, hand in hand, a swarm of Arab with fluid white, lillac, violet and crimson clothing.
Micheàl mac Liammòir
You belong to God, wonderful Marrakech! What a sublime lords your noble peoples! To whom is foreigner and from far away comes here they live the homesickness down. And if you heard of it just when you’re looking at, right now the eye envy the ear – and this is jealous of his rival.
Muhammad al- Awsa
At the end I reached Marrakech, one of the beautiful cities of the world. It spread over a wide region and hold a great quantity of resources. You can find magnificent mosques, as the big mosque of Friday named al – Kutubiyyin (of the booksellers), with a huge and extraordinary minaret wich I climbed up and I was able to view al the city from the top: in the most part destroyed: it reminded me a little bit of Baghdad.
I had the feeling that I was really somewhere else now, that I had reached the goal of my journey. I did not want to leave. I had been here hundreds of years ago, but I had forgotten, and now it was all coming back to me. I found exhibited the same density and warmth of life I feel in myself. I was the square as I stood in it. I belive I am it always.
...so irresistibly is the eye drawn toward two dominant objects - the white wall of the Atlas and the red tower of the Koutoubya. Foursquare, untapering, the great tower lifts its flanks of ruddy stone... would be magnificent anywhere; in this flat desert it is grand enough to face the Atlas. The Almohad conquerors who built the Koutoubya and embellished Marrakech dreamed a dream of beauty that extended from the Guadalquivir to the Sahara; and at its two extremes they placed their watch-towers. The Giralda watched over civilized enemies in a land of ancient Roman culture, the Koutoubya stood at the edge of the world, facing the hordes of the desert.
Marrakech is the place of the seven saints, all guardians of the soul of the city and representatives of spirituality research. You’ll be dazzled from quality and variety of light. The horizon is delined on mountains often covered by snow. The space wed the time in a spirit of bounty and lack of concern that befits visitors researcher of exoticism. There is Jama´a el-Fna square, Unesco world heritage center thanks to the efforts of the great espanish writers, which live at Marrakech, Juan Goytisolo. It’s a miracle court immortalaized by Alfred Hitchcock in “The man who knew too much” and described from Nobel Prize in Literature Elias Canetti in “The voices of Marrakech”. Let yourself go, look, breathe the moltitude of perfumes, cookery smells, listen to the popular sounds, the mountains songs...