Marrakech has been on my travel hit list for quite some time.
After a quick hop, skip and a jump, (Manchester to Marrakech) I found myself snuggling into a feathery, cloud like cocoon of a bed in the tropical oasis that is the Four Seasons. After a poolside breakfast of dates, watermelon & mint tea, we made our way to the iconic souks.
As you walk into the main square you find yourself enveloped by a cloud of smells and sounds unlike anything you could possibly imagine. Locals and tourists haggle alongside each other while vendors shout their wares in a dizzying blend of French and Arabic.
It’s easy to get swept up in the momentum and lose yourself in the depths of the market.
A labyrinth of tunnels, streets and stalls.
When the sun finally started to cool, we made our way back to our Morrocan home. No markets, no momentum, no people at all really. Just a pool, cocktails and spa treatments.
The cheerful staff fuss around pouring mint tea from great heights and waving pastries under your nose. Spectacular flower arrangements fill every space and the delicate scent of roses fills the air.
But what I loved the most was the sound. The place is filled with the songs of twittering, happy little love birds.
The pool is an absolute haven. The service is what makes this place so wonderful. You’re never left without the offer of a cold drink or something to fill your rumbling tummy.
I was lucky enough to meet up with a fellow blogger, now friend, Nina. We slurped on round after round of frozen strawberry margaritas and mojitos, talking about everything from the men in our lives to our favourite places to stay around the world.
My stay in Morocco was short but oh so sweet. Thank you so much to the Four Seasons for having me. I cannot recommend this hotel enough. It is a perfect balance for the crazy, wonderful, sensory overload that is Marrakech.
I have a fabulous restaurant to share with you but I’ll tell you all about that next week, as per usual, I’ve taken far too many pictures to fit into one post!