Enchanting and mystical quality. At the same time...
La Maison de Marrakech was not a hotel, but a riad, a
household. I came to feel as if my idiosyncrasies were tolerated, as
those of an eccentric relation rather than a customer.
The key to my room had a pink tassel on it, and I left it in the
door (outside the room) as was customary. Nothing was stolen. I was
somewhat taken aback to be asked to leave my passport with hotel
staff, but it was returned to me upon my departure.
My room was the Sheherazade suite. It was quite gorgeous, and a
perfect place to set a seduction scene. My room was one level above
ground level, and there was a balcony all around overlooking the
courtyard, where breakfast was served, as well as functioning as a
restaurant for lunch and dinner.
In spite of my privacy issues, I was able to leave the shutters in
my room open. It was to let the breeze through, but I could have shut
everything up and utilized the airconditioning. I found that I
wanted to hear the music in the courtyard, the sounds of life
in the streets, glimpse those who passed by, smell the various
cooking and incense smells, etc. As I sat at my window typing, those
who passed by often stopped to say hello, and I was able to respond
without undue anxiety.
I was offered a free massage during my stay, but I was not able to
get past my psychosis in this area, even though I had a knee problem
that might have benefitted.
I tried some of the foods at the riad, including vegetable
couscous, chicken tagine and pastilla au lait et aux amandes, and
everything was excellent. The food in the nearby cafés and in the
square was usually much less expensive, and also quite good. I did
enjoy the complimentary breakfast at La Maison, but it was not
completely Moroccan-themed. (Coffee or tea, freshly squeezed orange
juice, fresh fruit salad, chocolate pastry, orange cake, a selection
of pancakes, bread and toppings.) I liked the mint tea that was
commonly served in Morocco, as well as the spiced olives that usually
came as an appetizer.
The main square and the markets could be exciting, but at the same
time it was difficult to deal with how often I was pressured to
spend money or give money. The riad was often a refuge from the
Note: I found it helpful while in Marrakesh to have some
knowledge of/ability to speak French.