Travel Blogs from Marrakech
Got 1st class tix. had compartment to ourselves for awhile--laid down & slept. In Meknes 2 others came in.
Nice driver took us to the Cottages. Difficult to find, but he was very nice.
Got in our cottage, Sylvain showed us around. Went to the pool.
Laid down, not feeling well. A/C not working. Sylvain couldn't get it to work, so we moved to another cottage.
Dinner: chicken & couscous--delish.
We walked. It was hot.
Lunch at (name coming) on way to Jardin Majorelle. I was dying for some iced tea. Of course, there was nothing like that on the menu. I saw someone at a table with a glass of ice, and it occurred to me that I could make my own.
We ordered Salade Variee and The Noir with glasses of ice. The server looked at us with confusion, "Verres? Avec glacons?" Oui. He went over to make the tea, which was right in front of where ...
... the Riad at around 11 am. We walked toward the spa and went into some streets that were just crazy: stalls of meat hanging in the open air (like half pigs for example)--couldn't stand the sight of the flies buzzing around the meat, stalls of some sort of cactus that I think they peel and eat??, huge bunches of mint--smelled really good, pastries that attracted gazillions of bees, and lots and lots of people, bikes, motorbikes all trying to fit in the same place. It was ...
... in any movie. It was loud, noisy, colourful, full of snake charmers and dancing bears, fresh fruits AND pick pockets. We loved the vibe.......if only we could have sat and had a beer to watch the passing parade:( I had to get a photo with a snake, although Steve was not keen and kept a safe distance. We found ourselves in a beautifully decorated restaurant in the centre of the 'old city' on our second night. The photo I have posted here shows the detail in the ...
... road leading to it.
If you've ever looked for unnamed roads just outside Marrakech, you might have some idea. There are many. I think we went up and down all of them, before coming to our senses and pulling out a mobile phone to call the hotel and ask where they were.
"Where are you?" they asked in French with an accent that was nothing like any French I had ever heard. We managed to understand each ...