Dodging motorbikes and bicycles, and donkeys

Three Words for Marrakesh- Julia's are: exotic, bustling, invigorating. Claire's are: tourism, hectic, delicious. Others we brainstorm about on the heavenly terrace of our guesthouse in Tangier: overexpectant, rip-off, dishonest, greedy, stinky, cluttered, clean, well-off, delicious, stressssed, chaotic, haggle, call to prayer. Dodging motorbikes and bicycles, and donkeys!
Three Words for Tangier: indulgent, relaxed, sunny, white & blue, guides* to the Kasbah is the market here, quiet, breathtaking, Spanish, lack of tourists, where they do take No for an answer. Right past the moskee, says the local.
Marrakesh:
Claire and I sleep in on Tuesday, shower and pack up before heading to the Majorelle Gardens with Mandy and Jordon. We haggle for a horse&carriage there, as it's all the way across town. We go outside of the medina- it's nice to see a new part of town, outside the city walls. The gardens are....well, not as much as I was expecting, as Francoise built them up. The colors are amazing however, as are the esthetics, but it's cacti and plants- not that exciting. Mandy and Jordon are quite silly, and we make it fun anyway. We walk allll the way back to Jamaa El-Fna, getting lost several times and ending up in some really obscure neighborhoods. But we went into a beautiful park, where all the locals are eating. We end up at a café is La Place for pizza (!) of all things and mint tea. I am quite impressed with our clean (relatively) Marrakesh is, even compared to...London! The streets and the souks are kept very clean and you see people sweeping at the end of the day, and not that much litter. Also, the men don't reek as they do in India, not what I was expecting. But the streets can get hectic as a tourist, stressed, chaotic, uncomfortable. Especially the fact that some guys are so desperate for money that they'll grab your hand and stick something in it to make you buy it!! Talking at me is one thing, but touching me? Back off, invasion of space.
In the square, there are snake charmers, monkey shows and storytellers telling old Arab tales to the beat of a drum. The 4 of us first go into a scarf shop where Mohammad wraps me and Jordon in turbans- his name becomes Mustafa Couscous and I am Fatima- sweeeet! After, we haggle for SO LONG with Mohammad, but I end up buying 2 scarves and help Claire haggle for hers.