Marrakech – a major tourist destination, is in one word, lively. Speeding scooters, vibrant colours, woven goods and stalls of spices (I stocked up on curry powder, paprika, cumin and a house blend) – everything together and all at once was a sensory overload. A trip to the souk was a particularly humbling experience, as I witnessed incredibly hardworking women make henna powder by the grounding of dried leaves of the henna plant. They did this for hours at a time, only taking breaks when customers required their attention. Later in the afternoon, after camel riding, we road-tripped to Ourika Valley for a late lunch where we enjoyed traditional tajine by the river. It was a bittersweet goodbye when it was time to head home to London, that's for sure, but I know I'll be back – and next time it will be with a few spare suitcases – I've been dreaming of colourful poufs and traditional rugs!