sandalwood, mint and berber rouge
the drunken Gnawa heartbeat drone
and crack of neon fly.
charcoal smoke and veiled kohl eyes
watch wasps plague honey sweet figs
and the muezzin's bolstered plea blows
leather skins and bellows
through the lantern heavy stippled souk.
Saying that, my favourite bit so far is when some old henna merchant crone battered a young local with her plastic stool.
mega lolz.