Djemaa el-fna and maze-like medina in old Marrakesh is a full blown assault on the senses – a riot of sights, sounds, smells, shock, colour, motion. And taste – Tagine everything, freshly squeezed orange juice and macaroons on the go. French seems to be the most widely spoken language, and wherever there is Francais, following not far behind will be Patisseries. Par excellence.
We visited some Moroccan palaces featuring fine stone and plaster carving, then on Friday we celebrated our wedding anniversary with lunch at Yves Saint Laurent’s villa. Yves unfortunately wasn’t able to join us, having died five years ago, but I’m sure he was there with us in spirit as we dined in style on Couscous aux poisson in the cafe under the trees in his beloved garden bequeathed to the Moroccan people on his death and now open to the public.