First Impressions

It was night when I arrived in Marrakech for the first time.  Tired and trying to peer into the darkness around all the luggage, I wasn't sure that I was processing the images correctly inside my head. The architecture was strange and alien. It seemed as if I had fallen into a Dr. Suess book. 

Note the awnings on the building to the left.

I discovered later that windows here are generally square instead of rectangular, and most of them are topped with concrete awnings for protection from the sun.  Beautiful wrought-iron grillwork covers most of them.  Some rooflines appeared crenelated.  All-in-all, my first impression was that I wasn't in Kansas anymore.