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The Marrakesh Vignettes - by Sanjana Friedman

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In December I spent a week in sunny + beautiful Marrakesh. What follows are a series of anecdotes from my time there — a first pass, if you will, at the travel journal-type writing to which I find myself increasingly drawn, and a third-ish pass at bilingual prose. Here I have opted to mix French and English with a “code-switch” method; in the future, I may incorporate side-by-side translations or sentences in (language x) whose syntax reflects conventions of (language y). I call this latter technique the “Javier Marías method.” More on this bilingual writing stuff in a forthcoming piece…for now, enjoy Marrakesh! I. Sandstone, tile, clay. In the late afternoon, the air in Djemma El Fna is suffused with dust and noise: honking horns, children’s wails, beating drums, revving engines, high-pitched pungi, heavy footfalls. A blond woman wearing a white tunic and patterned harem pants stoops to take a picture of a monkey held on a chain, her phone thrust toward its shrunken face. The thin sku

The Marrakesh Vignettes in which i somehow fall victim to french bashing Sanjana Friedman Feb 06, 2023 Share The Koutoubia Mosque and the Atlas Mountains ( source ) In December I spent a week in sunny + beautiful Marrakesh. What follows are a series of anecdotes from my time there — a first pass, if you will, at the travel journal-type writing to which I find myself increasingly drawn, and a third-ish pass at bilingual prose. Here I have opted to mix French and English with a “code-switch” method; in the future, I may incorporate side-by-side translations or sentences in (language x) whose syn

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