
Though we enjoyed the hotels we stayed in during our visit to Morocco ( more on those later) for future reference and to satisfy our FOMO (Fear of Missing Out) we spent a little time in Marrakech checking out some other options.
Put your velvet seatbelt on
for the “Royal Mansour” located in the heart of the Medina.
Where behind every gently wafting silken drape…
another gasp awaits
The attention to detail at Royal Mansour knows NO bounds
It’s how you spell luxe and then some.
One could wear the newest Dior dress I love so much and not feel overdressed.
“Le Bar” to end all bars
with walls panelled in reverse glass rose gold leaf
Photos do not capture the depth and beauty of the rose gold panels.
They glow like the gossamer veiled cheeks of an exquisite young virgin bride marrying a dark, dashing Sheik at desert sunset
(think young Omar Sharif without the gambling habit)
Are you getting the idea yet??!
The chandelier in the interior courtyard
We enjoyed a cocktail or two here in quiet awe, just listening to the birdsong, the tinkling of ice cubes and the heavy rustling of palm fronds in the wind.
“La Grande Table Marocaine” restaurant, with blue marble floors, is presided over by celebrated French chef Yannick Alleno.
I would probably choose this little number from Armani Spring 2013 should I be so lucky as to dine here.
Cool marble, embroidered water-silk taffeta, feathers & inlaid rosewood…cuhraazy
I don’t even know how to begin to explain the coffered ceiling in the “Chimney Lounge”
Honeycombs conceived by bees drunk on silver.
Again, the photos don’t do it justice.
The Chimney Lounge, so named for the transparent glass fireplace that allows you to gaze upon the gardens through the flames while sipping your cognac.
Did I mention it’s a wood burning fireplace ??
Come ON.
Photo via Royal Mansour
I need this in my next life as a Persian Princess.
Hand tooled leather walls
and rugs.
It just doesn’t stop.
“La Grande Table Francaise” Royal Mansour’s French restaurant preparing for the evening.
I can only imagine how beautiful it must be by candle light
A gecko candle holder, one of many crystal creatures crawling across the walls of the restaurant.

As dusk descends (yes, we stayed that long!) the hotel becomes even more magical

There are no “rooms” at the Royal Mansour, just 53 private riads.
As you’ve no doubt deduced by now, this is not where you would choose to stay if you’re counting your dirhams.
Ahem. It’s splurging to be sure. I don’t know if it would be my choice if I were bringing children with me either, but for a romantic and decadent getaway for couples? Hell ya.
There is also a gorgeous spa and a divine little shop.
But of course, you knew that!

For more information on Royal Mansour
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All photos (unless otherwise credited) by Slim Paley.

Seriously. Joan Collins on safari.
Luckily, the locals barely bat an eye (though as you can see, I’m walking 20 paces behind, carrying a big bag of mortification)
Needless to say, I get more comfortable with the concept in a day or two.
The souk is every bit the cacaphonic (poetic license) symphony of sounds, sights & smells I had expected.
But although wildly animated, the market never really felt overwhelming.

A rare peaceful moment-Friday afternoon when most of the dealers are attending Mosque.
And what’s a trip to Morocco without a little rug shopping?!
We took Maryam’s advice and walked out into the main square of the medina on our last night in Marrakech to experience the party that apparently happens every night!
What’s really great? For the most part the revellers are the local Moroccans who obviously know how to have a good time.
Fresh escargot anyone?
Here, a rowdy and obviously popular game of fishing for soda bottles.
And here, pretty much anything to cure what ails you.


The journey takes the better part of 5 1/2 hours and turns out to be one of the highlights of our trip to Morocco.
We pass through the most amazingly diverse terrain
Traffic is wild
With nary a dull moment

Yes. We found a store.
Happiness!
The salesperson’s hands
Just in case you were wondering.
Coming down the other side of the mountains we detour to Telouet to stop for a delicious lunch
and to tour the incredible ruins of Telouet Kasbah, where the likes of General Patton and Churchill were received back in the day.
Only the storks call it home now but restoration is slowly underway.
Our extremely knowledgable guide.
Examples of two astonishing archways
and a ceiling in one of the grand salons
Up on the roof, storm clouds roll in upon lusty winds
and our “Talitha Getty” photo shoot is foiled (for now
Getting closer to our destination, the villages hugging the water’s edge become chameleons against the rocks.
Only the satellite dishes give them away
One last ruined kasbah glows in the gorgeous setting sun








































