Throughout the day, you can never be sure who you might run into, touting their wares. I stumbled across a mobile dentist and politely declined his services. My sister bought a weird-looking, slimming herbal potion - and it worked.
For a good view of the square's activity, pull up a chair and grab a chilled drink from one of the surrounding terrace bars. From there, enter the Aladdin's cave-like Souks and markets streets.
Among the colourful fresh produce stands and souvenir shops, a slew of superb craftwork tumbles out into the lanes. Puzzlework mosaics, lattice screens, spectacular pottery and Moroccan lamps were the show-stoppers for me. Haggling is expected. Be sure to enjoy a hot mint tea, if the frenetic souk activity starts to take its toll.
For culture vultures, there's a variety of museums and palaces in the centre of town, to give you a sense of Marrakech's imperial heritage. But if you're looking for a change of scenery, I highly recommend setting aside some time to explore the Jardin Majorelle. Gifted to the city by Yves Saint Laurent, this is where cactus meets couture. Rare flora from all over the world thrives in the shadow of the art deco villa, built in 1931 by painter Jacques Majorelle.