It took some work to get to the Medersa Ben Youssef, but it was worth it.

Work, you might wonder? Well, we had to:
-wander Marrekesh's streets (not all are marked with street signs, and they aren't like Chicago's grid either)
-avoid "guides" and "helpers" who insisted on a route that may or may not lead us toward our intended destination and got upset when we didn't pay them or didn't pay them "enough" (we were not successful at the avoidance)
-fend off guides who insisted the site we were looking for is closed for a few more hours and who took us to the tanneries
to see the work they had done with animal skins and the results:
And then there was the rugs made by the women:
There was a whole show to go along with the rugs that included showing us how certain kinds didn't burn (like that blue one in the pic above), how family and tribe associations are represented by the Berbers in their rugs, and how scissors (and hence cats) couldn't rip the rug!
After two cups of mint tea, Suman did decide on one of the beautiful rugs and we finally parted ways.