Riad El Faris
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- Continental Breakfast
- Room service
- Wheelchair accessibility
- Business Services
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... he never smokes in front of guests. "I'm going to be quitting" he says with all the conviction of someone with no intention of doing so. It is full of beautiful antiques and is more like a museum. We continue to walk round the lanes of the souk. Its morning so quite quiet. Lasalle persuaded a shop keeper to let me try on a robe and tells him that he is not getting any money for posing with me. He takes us to Marrakech Walmart so he can ...
... session at 'Malika's house'. The lady had converted her home to a tea cafe almost. The tea was prepared fresh and the mint tea tastes even better when freshly made. The village is spartan and the food was a simple cous cous. But the view of the nearly High Atlas was beautiful. We took another walk round the old city. This time we to famous Jamaa el Fnaa square. It wasn't my cup of tea. It seems just ...
... into the sunshine of a tiny Marrakech street. I walked on this street, which is serene in the daytime but terrifyingly desolate and dark at night, towards the noise of busy street.
As soon as I stepped onto this street I was greeted by more hassling. Merchants attempted to coax me into their shops by giving me an enthusiastic but disingenuous greeting in French, then in English, asking me questions in English, and sometimes even offering their hands for a handshake. If I ...
Marrakech – a city that sounds so exotic! And it is.
The city is 'red' in colour – all the buildings are a pinky-red colour. They say that the buildings are this colour as due to the very high temperatures during the summer – up to about 49 degrees Celsius – that this colour is ‘cooler’. If the buildings were whitewashed like Spain, ...
Kamal calls everyone to their seats and I take mine with eyes downcast, feeling like Mr Bumble in Oliver Twist. My position as "life-changing volunteer" has, I am certain, been downgraded to "useless person".
So what should I do? Short of actually stealing the remains of whatever games they have, I don't think I can disappoint them further and joining in seems like my only hope of redemption.
They're singing. Lots and lots of singing, all ...