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Located in the ancient village of Tassoultante at the foot of the Atlas Mountains – 14 kilometres…
Marrakech
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I heard about a girl who lived 250 years ago, and before leaving her house to get married, wrote a letter of her good fortune in love. Her letter apparently was found during renovations to the house she lived in. I must find that place before I leave Marrakech.
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My friend Adriana decided to host a dinner in my honor. She invited her friends and inaugurated the beautiful dining room at her Riad Nour. Among Adriana’s guests, a top haute couture designer Zineb Joundy, from Casablanca, former Comissaire de la Mode in France for Les ‘Temps du Maroc’.
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Uncontained, disorderly, untainted by grandeur or pomp the ambiance of the Jemaa El Fna — the city’s thronging market square — provides what must be one of the greatest shows on earth.
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In Marrakech, good sound and creative music takes place in restaurants, cigar bars, lounges, cafes and exotic hotels. Fortunately, it was never a problem picking the place where to spend the evenings after long days of shopping, being a tourist for a few hours or getting pampered. Here are some suggestions in the case you decide to go.
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The secrets of getting the best from specific plants in a beauty regime is an art that is whispered from mother to daughter down through the generations, ensuring Moroccans continued beauty and health.
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She is Brazilian, the color of her eyes aquamarine and her astrological sign, like mine, an intensive double Scorpio. The Hippie-chic, Boho, Euro-gypsy-glam-girl Adriana Bittencourt is my friend.
To outwit the merchants in the Medina’s famous souks, you’ll need a good sense of direction and razor-sharp bargaining powers! I went everywhere during these ten days and I have organized for you a small menu of my personal shopping delights.
After the enriching experience at the Hammam in Marrakech, I understood the importance given over centuries to the skin restorative and various therapeutic properties of the Argan oil in Morocco and very soon thanks to the local efforts made in the country, hopefully worldwide.
At the Royal Air Maroc check-in in JFK, I notice a large group of African women dressed in long multicolored Kaftans . I realize suddenly that I’ve totally packed the wrong clothes. It’s the first time in my life that something like this happens… I have a strange feeling that I’ m going to learn something unusual on this trip.