“Travel story from Marrakech, or the art of how to live in different way, just if only for a week.
Just the time of our trip, to re discover this country that we love so much and where we met 14 years ago.
Just the time of our trip, to re discover every one of our senses.
Sight : to marvel, to discover, to see the world and its 1001 wonders. Each little street is a promise, each corner holds a secret. We enjoy every visit, we get lost in the chaotic life of every alleys. We push doors to always go further. The wandering soul is particularly fond of getting away from all the beaten tracks. Our eyes shine from each and every beautiful discovery that offers itself to us, guided by the random choice of our paths.
Let me tell you about the Moroccan light. It is there. It is everywhere. I see it all over the washed out colored walls. In all the dark shadows of every little street. In the mornings, it is yellow, golden. In the evenings, it is orange, amber. Light makes its way through everything, every possible way. It changes the most simple window in the most beautiful golden well. We want to get lost in it. The light has become the emblem of this city, as just like it, abounds of charm and secrets.
To hear : to appreciate being woken up in the morning by the singing birds. To hear the sound of the skow ticking clock, to remind us that just for the time of our trip to Marrakech, time is passing a different way…slowly. To get lost in a book with only companion the peaceful heartbeat of your loved one and the silence of haven of tranquility. This riad and its incredible charm, a place with a soul. Ambassador to this legendary moroccan art of life, welcoming you in a unique way. Here, time no longer has its grip on us.
To smell : to get absorbed by every scent. To tie back to this childhood forgotten sense. This delicate and yet overwhelming perfume of ornage flower, making us travel elsewhere immediatly…The rose petals as our guides, synonym of well being and relaxation, and love…
To taste : each meal is a invitation to travel. Our everyday flavours are revisited. Every thing is amplified. We take time to revel. We get inspired and amazed. We have fun learning how to cook a gastronomy that is not ours, and yet so rich and full of flavors and colors. Each gesture is passed on from generation to generation. Endlessly, history goes on and on as to never fade away.
To touch : to love and be loved. To let go. To remember every gesture, every touch. To be carried away, just for the time of our trip to Marrakech. We find ourselves again, we connect. We let our bodies, minds and souls at peace. Our heartbeats unite and synchronize to forget the troubles and worries of our everyday life. We laugh. We live. For just our time in Marrakech, we are 19 again.
We climb on rooftops as we first did all those years ago. We watch the sun go down on the red city, we watch the stars rise and shine. And the amazing thing, is that they are even brighter than 14 years ago.
For the time our trip to Marrakech : to live elsewhere and differently.”»
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