Riad Bibtia Italia
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- Continental Breakfast
- Shuttle bus service
- Room service
- Free High-Speed Internet
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Today dawns with a dazzling blue sky and perfect temperatures (low 70s) for our day of touring in Marrakech. We see an historic olive garden, a towering minaret, ancient tombs, a gorgeous palace, a warren of souks, and the vibrant central square. All of this is a full day in itself, but the social whirl dosn't stop. Tonight we ...
... we twist and turn through narrow alleys to a door which opens into a historic home steeped in Moroccan traditions. Our gracious host has thrown a lavish party, and invited some of the locals – one of whom has owned a Riad here for over 30 years (he hails from South Dakota originally). This wonderful gentleman has amazing stories to tell, and he invites us to his home for a party tomorrow night. We are overwhelmed, and gratefully ...
... with soup and bread. By the time dinner was finished it was 1:00 in the morning on Sunday. We very quickly went up to bed as we had a 7:3 start later that day.
The first day was spent on a coach for the majority of the time on the coach. We drove around looking at different buildings. We saw the 14th century walls and the Ali Ben Youssef Mosque. The first thing I noticed was the increase of heat in ...
We set out this morning to head for the main square - Djemm la ma with a very simple map and clear instructions from the riad staff yet still managed to get hopelessly lost, finally stumbling across the square somewhere around lunch time.
We were under the impression that all the main souks where here so were surprised to find it rather empty apart from a lot of stalls selling orange juice for 4dirham (30p).
We kept ...
... and escaped off the tourist route, so we wouldn't be repeatedly directed to 'the big square overthere'. After an expensive lunch and a spectacular demonstration of Arab pride, spilling into a street fight complete with brandished bread knife, we located a street market. Fish sellers gutted buckets of sardines in the street, depositing large mounds of gut and spine onto the cobbles. It was a relief to be ignored by the stall holders and able to haggle and ...