In the medina of Marrakesh, the city’s central area and a dizzying maze of streets and markets, you can’t help but have sensory overload. The smell of spices converges with wafts of piping-hot mint tea. Richly dyed scarves and fine woven tapestries hang in the entryways of the souks (markets). Food vendors vocally advertise their wares: “Tajine and couscous, only 20 dirham!” Dried fruit and Moroccan pastries make your sweet-tooth ache. And snake charmers sneak up on unsuspecting tourists while monkeys beg for change and buskers wow the crowds with acrobatics. At the end of Rue de la Koutoubia, the city’s mosque stands guard over the medina, lit up at night as vacationers look up from the rooftops of terrace cafes, trying to make sense of everything they’ve seen, smelled, heard, tasted, and felt that day.