It was easy to assume that we’d be disgusted with another major Moroccan city after our distasteful experience in Fes, but we were wrong.  While the cramped walls of Fes el Bali allowed scammers to corner their prey, Marrakech was open, widespread, and sprawling. We didn’t do our research about what it meant to drive in Marrakech, but we’ve obviously survived the experience to be able to share it today.  To add to the suspense, we drove around the notorious Djemma el Fna.  During the evening.  On a Sunday.  With our oversized vehicle.  And this was after an exhausting day…