Riad Dar Beldia Marrakech

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... station and it would cost us 60d there and back its only 6 quid but its the principle now of the matter lol. Got back and used the internet to now try and find a riad to stay but everywhere is so expensive did manage to email one so hopefully we will have somewhere to stay. <br><br>We then walked to try and see the sights of Marrakech after having a lunch in a street cafe Ian had some dust my word for couscous not sure what it is looks like dust from the ...

... waiting with my name on a card ha. The taxi drove us to the edge of the medina as you cant get in with cars then the owner of the hotel turned up and a man with a large cart took our bags and started off down lots of small streets making turns here and there I am sure that we are going to get lost. We did get to the Riad and Mohammad who looks after the place told us to take a seat so we sat and he went in the kitchen and made us some amazing food and hot coffee it was ...

... the different spices were, what they smelled like (&#8220;come, smell, there is no snakes hiding here&#8221;), what they were used for, etc. In addition to the rich tumerics and deep paprikas, the dried lavenders and the sweet mints &#8211; we also were shown sandalwoods, ambers and musks, used as natural perfumes &#8211; tiny bushels of toothpicks, grown in nature that way &#8211; and small pressed pots of pigments, where a wet finger run ...

... the monkey! So&#8230; obligatory monkey in Medina (funky called Medina?) picture attached. (Afterward, we sprayed our hand sanitizer up and down both of our arms and hands, and wiped down our faces&#8230; hahahaha.)<br><br>Leading off of Djemaa El-Fna are several narrow pathways and alleys leading to the thousands of open- and closed-air souqs (or souks) beyond. Souqs are marketplace stalls selling every item under the sun. We saw carts with yarn, stands of ...

... stepping daintily around a dead chèvre (goat), we found the little sucker (a micro hidden in a cubby hole in a clay/straw wall) and... I do believe Wales now has a new geoaddict! ;D <br><br> That night (alas, my last in dear Morocco!), we headed for the legendary "Djemaa el Fna" Square for a sunset ...

... Neve helped a weaver called Fatima knot a carpet. In the evening we went to the main square as dusk fell and wandered amongst the street performers: snake charmers, musicians and storytellers. Neve got a henna tattoo. Back to riad for delicious rooftop dinner of lentil soup, meat tangine and fruit to finish.

... maybe it needs to work on one with a bit more substance. For our accommodation we indulged in 2 very different but each beautiful and sumptuous Riads - traditional houses with courtyards and terraces. Riad 72, decked out by an Italian designer and Riad Enija which is just too pretty for words, our photos of both don't do them justice unfortunately. I was in my element, able to laze around the beautiful rooms, rooftops and courtyards in my linens, beads ...

... we gave the family a small tip to thank them for thier hospitality, and were soon in the car heading back into town. When we got back to town the rain and sleet had subsided and we were free to enjoy wat we thought would be our last night in the city. What we had not yet realized, was that our procrastination and indecision about what to do after we returned Leo to Casablanca would take us back to Marrakech two more times. Nevertheless, convinced that this was our last supper in ...