By 8 a.m. the already sweltering Marrakesh heat follows her through the labyrinthine medina. Decorative lanterns and pottery and spices of every hue surround her in a dizzying display. She is fresh from a relaxing bath of rose petals and orange peels. A short distance away in the square, snake charmers and monkeys amuse the tourists from across the sea. But she is not one of them. With a good eye, she knows how to get what she wants, negotiating with the vendors in a language that only they, between them, can understand.