It was supposed to be a short stroll around the medina and lunch before my afternoon meetings. One wrong turn, and I got 'lost' in the labyrinth for hours. Met some single-serving friends who I made plans to hang out with later that evening. But I got a turned around again in the medina’s maze on my way to meet them, and they bailed on me.

So I braved the bizarre bazaar that is the nighttime scene at Jem al Fna solo. Had dinner at a meat stall run by a man everyone called Obama, but who called himself Eddie Murphy. Finished the night chatting over tea with a Berber boy who tried to run game, but wasn't ready for 'Macon Red'.