Yesterday, I was searching for photos of the ladies in the djellabas sitting outside the Hassan II Mosque in Casablanca and I remembered how fantastic Morocco is. In fact, I’d quite like to live there, although having read a few books on the subject of living in Morocco, it does seem beset by problems I have the good luck not to encounter in life in rich old Europe. If Marine Le Pen gets in to power, this is where I’m headed.
I travelled around Morocco in what became known as Le Grand Tour – Casa, Rabat, Fez, the Atlas Mountains, the Sahara, Ait Benhaddou, Essaoira and Marrakech. My favourite part might have been Essaoira, but I loved all of it. Casablanca is an underrated city – it was warm and friendly, if very business-orientated. Marrakech was fascinating if frustrating at times. Those of you who know me well know how little I like the beaten path and if I can find a place less travelled, I enjoy it so much the more.
But I realised I had some amazing pictures of the Yves St Laurent gardens in Marrakech – it’s wonderful. It was the colourful highlight of my trip to Marrakech. Marrakech in March is lush. The trees were laden with oranges; the hotel was a 20 minute walk through various public gardens down to the walled city.