Boxing Hellenic (yeah, wrong empire but I like the way it sounds)

After Fes, Marrakech paled in comparison as too modern and touristy for us. We honestly didn't give it a fair shake, but it just didn't appeal to us. Here's a great example. Marrakech is famed for the bizarre street performances that take place every night in Jameel el Fna square. This is somewhat cool in that it is really for locals more than tourists. We just go to gawk while they go to spend a quiet evening with the storytellers, food stands, fortune tellers, snake charmers, medicine men, acrobats, monkey abusers and homeless boxers. You don't want to support some of these activities, but it's hard to avert your gaze from two guys who don't look strong enough to stand on their own feet chase each other around a ring. Maybe it's sad in principle, but we never saw one land a glove on the other and I expect that's the usual case for these amateurs.

Just imagine Mary singing "go old man go. go old man go" as he did his warm-up laps.