This is Marrakesh souq around midday Friday, when everyone is at prayers. It’s the only time you ever really notice the light filtering through the roof and how wide the ‘narrow’ lanes are. When the souq is in business it’s chaotic. A cacophony of colour, sounds, and smells. You can’t think. You can’t move. You can’t do anything except get caught up in the chaos and commotion of the place. Can you handle it?