All the story happened in the swimming pool in the great Mamounia garden center of legend. I'm pleased to announce "pool of still retain palm tree island, we first saw in the 1970s. Then we drifted into a hotel three-star restaurant to eat supper, there is a choice of French, Italian, Morocco, the food is excellent.
French designer renovated by Jacques Garcia. You may be familiar with his work, if you have been to Paris Costes hotel with thin models, these four in semi-darkness, or a chain-smoking super - in the restaurant in midtown Manhattan chic spices.
He also senses in new Mamounia taste, it is drop-dead gorgeous. You through a magnificent door to enter a lovely garden hotel, with two float by guard). They opened the door, double grandly convenes first you into a series of great taste of lobbying Mamounia permeated with famous landscape perfume. It is quite dark and simple adornment, but very luxurious atmosphere. And it is great. All employees are very warm and welcoming, beautiful and well-dressed.
On the map: The hotel sits in the shadow of the Atlas mountains
The famous eight - acre garden, orange flower, rose, ancient trees. In the garden has two kinds: one kind is pure clay court ep-red - each machine, gym and riads imagination and 3 - or private residence - truly rich and/or famous hotel enjoys perfect seclusion.And the garden hotel is linked to the heritage: this name! Mamounia from a prince - 18 a man given by his father Mamoun garden as a wedding gift.
It is one of the many advantages in the hotel is more or less in the middle of the walk is a famous marrakech - big square and beyond.
But we are lazy and rental carriage to your friends to visit our designers and Wakeley, Amanda.
With our guide in store, we are to buy a dozen large whipping - - chrome candles light at night light lanterns Morocco. Then we ran into rita Bennis, famous gazelle D 'or Taroudant southern Morocco hotel, tell us to buy the same lanterns Peter Jones.
I must buy the impulse. I like and I love the open market. Over the past few years, I have brought home a half dozen tajines - the pale coloured clay pot remarkably - the use of Morocco. In fact, I never once and they have never cooked in Britain has wet my enthusiasm, because I love the person, I like cooking food, Morocco. I also brought a farmers' market spices, but the truth is, you'd better buy their home of glass.
We visited many shops and had tea in beautiful riads. We wandered in the enchanting garden that used to belong to Yves Saint Laurent and dined at the marvellous Dar Yacout restaurant. One day we played golf at the Royal Course, where my wife made a hole in one. The fact that it went into the hole having ricocheted off a tree is neither here nor there; she hit a hole in one.
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