We stepped from our battered Mercedes cab into a dusty street, solid faded red walls on either side small wooden doorways here and there. From the bustling street you would never know such a tranquil oasis of calm was beyond those sun beaten red walls. A cool courtyard painted in white with pale marble floor, trickling water feature and a tiny excitable tortoise to greet us, stairs led to our room, decorated with shimmering rugs, colourful soft furnishings, topaz blue velvet, feathers and accessories of tarnished silver, antique painted doors cool tiled floors a roof garden with sun drenched splash pool, and to unwind from our journey to Marrakech a pot of hot sweetened mint tea and honey coated Moroccan pastries on the table of our private terrace.
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