writes in the CD booklet about this : March 16, 1993 – Arrived tonight in Marrakesh and am staying on the of the market. It is Ramadan and there is heightened activity all around. I am struck by the hooded features of men as they pass through the lights and shadows: they look monk-like. Horses, carriages, cars, bicycles and thousands of people are embroiled in the activities of the night … a cacophony of sound. I retreat to a rooftop café to watch while sipping mint tea … many circles of twenty or so people are scattered around the market, each involved in their own drama of music, storytelling monkeys on men's shoulders, or cobras being coaxed to "dance" on rugs; "magic" concoctions of bone, seeds, stones and spices are sold … women are veiled to a great degree … I am stuck by the sense of intrigue the environment creates; as much is concealed as is revealed …