Palais Riad Calipau Marrakech
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- Continental Breakfast
- Shuttle bus service
- Swimming pool
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By lunch we have arrived in Marrakech. Sophie and Courtney are yet to discover the sites so we head back to the main square for another round. This time we head into a spice store and are shown many different spices and perfumes and made a delicious tea. We all walk away with a few things and I am happy to grab some saffron to take home. As we wander along references are made to us being the Spice Girls (it is the afternoon so they are beginning ...
After two nights in Zagora, we started our way back northwest and ended up again in the seeming middle of nowhere. Our accomodations, the Kasbah Air Ben Damietta, was a wonderful place, run by a French woman; so the cuisine de haute was French - steak!
We also stopped at the Atlas Movie Studio outside of, here comes that name again, Ouarzazate. Lawrence of Arabia, Cleopatra, and Patton, among other, were filmed, at least in part, here.
Friday, February 13 We were reluctant to leave this beautiful hotel. The French restaurant last night was a feast for the eyes and palate. Today we left at 8 AM to make our way across the High Atlas Mountains to the exotic city of Marrakesh. Our last mountain pass was a winter wonderland with a treacherous icy road. Lansari assured us that the roads were clear and clean. Our first stop was the Kasbah of Pasha Taourrt in Ouarzazate. It has ...
... it on ourselves -- we found Ibrahim. He guided us through the palaces, tombs, souks (markets), the Jeema el-Fnaa (the famous square with the snake charmers and food stalls) and into some of the most beautiful restaurant interiors that I have every seen. The architecture in Marrakech is known as the 'architecture of the veil' because modesty requires that ...
... from everyone else. She lived in South Africa, I am never going to see her again! We were hysterical and was still in tears when I waved bye at the door as they left for the project. I sat on the roof on my own enjoying a cup of tea (the English type) as I painted my hand on the wall with the previously volunteer’s hand prints while I waited for my taxi to arrive at 16:00 to take me to ...