My taxi driver is singing softly while we're trying to beat the Marrakech evening rush hour traffic. As we're passing the different city walls into the Medina (old city), the city is getting more lively. I hear the call to prayer in the distance, but it can't compete with the sound of all the cars and motorcycles. There are people on the street everywhere. Crowded together for different reasons. To eat, to chat, to repair a motorcycle under the soft orange light of the street lanterns. Some dressed traditionally, others surprisingly modern. Despite having been here before, I'm getting the same feeling as the first time I arrived in Marrakech five years ago....