Marrakech

As the clock ticks just past midnight here in Marrakech, a gentle 17°C breeze, carrying the faint scent of mint tea and spices, drifts through the partly cloudy sky, offering a cool respite after a warm day. Though the main souks are quieting down, you can still hear the distant, rhythmic beat of a drum or the soft strains of a gnaoua melody from a late-night café, hinting at the city's enduring pulse. This is the hour when many locals unwind with a final glass of *atay* (Moroccan mint tea) on their rooftops, sharing stories under the shimmering stars before the call to prayer ushers in a new day.