Hotel La Tour Hassan
- Swimming pool
- Room service
- Free High-Speed Internet
- Wheelchair accessibility
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TravelPod Member ReviewsHotel La Tour Hassan Rabat
Our room, with the window wide open, overlooks the terrace, gardens and pool. We hear the fountain at night pouring over itself...a restful sound. Breakfast is a bounty of anything you could desire. I had my favorite of pear, toasted baguette and gooey cheese. Oh and loads of coffee, freshly brewed.
Everyone here is so nice and loving speaking French!
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