This is a city which moves to its own frenetic beat - and visitors can either go against it or try to find their place in its chaotic rhythm. Within the labyrinthine medina, an endless convoy of zip-zappy motorcycles will whizz past you, leathery stall-holders will grab and yell and heckle to capture your interest, young men will follow and harangue with smiles on their faces but menace in their eyes, the modern world clashes with the medieval and scents and stenches unbeknown to you will strike at will. And then there's the heat; the cloistering, sweltering, sticky heat mixed with exhaust fumes and frying oil and tagine-tinged charcoal. Not everyone will love their time here (altough I'm pretty sure you'll do:)), but nobody will be able to leave this city without a sensory experience which stays with them for a long, long time.