La Villa des Golfs
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- Shuttle bus service
- Continental Breakfast
- Room service
- Swimming pool
- 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 ...
... up in the leather, dyers and wrought iron souks eventually surfacing in the main square, and strangely enough, at the food stalls. I didn't order the sheep's head. Very ordinary boring meal. Soup then grilled chicken; chicken couscous, salad moroccain. YUK - soup was OK. MAD120 (A$15).
Then it was back through the madness and mayhem of Jemaa el Fna again to return to our riad - another fruitful day.
We ventured out on foot for the last day. A twenty minute walk to the marjorelle gardens. Marjorelle was a plant collector. Small but perfectly manicured with lots of Cacti and a pond with turtles. Ever onward to the medina, through the back streets local fruit stalls, one dead cat and more motos. Dodging mopeds is a constant activity even in the narrow alleys. I'm amazed there weren't more bashes. ...