Riad el Ouarda
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... was the son of Louis Marjorelle, a famous furniture maker born in Nancy in 1886. Jacques went to Marrakech to continue his painting career. He purchased land in 1924 and worked for many years landscaping the land to create an amazing garden which he opened to the public in 1947 which has continued to this day despite his death in 1962. The Majorelle Garden is one of the 21Century's most mysterious gardens - vegetal shapes, and rare plants from 5 continents - yes we saw some from ...
... about tomorrow's weather. We went for a magical walk into the dunes before dinner, which rose about us in sweeping curves and undulations, dwindling to the horizon like a vast meringue. There were many quad-bike tracks, mostly created by Spaniards, we were later told. That would be right! We had been told that we would receive a 5am wake up knock, but that never happened. We were all too excited anyway, and met each other in the dark passageway at 5.30am. Not a creature ...
Our last two nights before Marrakech are at this lovely getaway, Ksar Shama, only about an hour outside of Marrakech. It's up in the mountains, within a national park though, and is a peaceful little spot. Beautiful outdoor swimming pool and lounging areas and really nice rooms, some with wood burning fire places. We had ...
... the only place people didn't want to talk to me and there were no pictures allowed in the place, there was also something about the guy that ran the place.
Marrakech was an amazing experience but sadly there is a good amount of poverty. There were people sleeping on the side of streets that were pretty dirty, mothers with their children begging for money, and all sorts of people that looked very hungry. It ...
... I know someone who paid thirty, I'm not going any higher"
(I hand him the cash, he hands me my fake orange Ray Bans)
Finally. It's fun once or twice but if I had to go through that **** every day I'd end up shooting somebody. Or everybody. Or myself.
On my final morning I caught a glimpse of a little Latino-looking beauty strutting around the hostel in a non-particularly-long summer dress. Very pretty. I found out ...