I had come to Marrakesh, Morocco, several times before. I remembered it as a place where a foreigner could not walk more than five minutes without being hassled by "guides" who would insist to offer their services and help you visit the city. You would inevitably end-up in a shop, and if you happened to buy something, the guide would get his commission. (Doesn't it remember you of anything? Hint: I am a company who originally sold books).
But this time, no-one would come to talk to you even when you looked at items in the bazaar. The reason? After the Casablanca bombing some months earlier, the police had made it clear that tourists should not be disturbed. Actually, I was downright scared when I thought of how this new policy might have been enforced at the beginning, to get this massive change.
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