Marrakesh, Morocco: and a Fall tale of color and Moroccan rugs

In Morocco, it's all about red.  Of course orange and yellow feature prominently too, along with rosy pink and a splash of violet.  But why?  Why red? Why yellow?

Because it's not just about beauty in Morocco, it's about meaning.  The colors have purpose and meaning and are used as such.  And red.....well, red is the color of sensuality, the color of fertility, and the color of happiness.  Oh my.  Add in the yellow and orange, representing the sun and spiritual wealth and you have......the colors of Fall.  A time when we need those symbols and meanings.  Yes?  Especially as we head into winter.

And so I give you a Moroccan carpet.  Or two Moroccan carpets.  Or perhaps three.  (Did I mention four?).  Filled with the colors of Fall and all that they mean.  A reminder of beauty and so much more.

To celebrate the season, a serious sale on lovely things the color of Fall in my shop.  Carpets, cushions, fabrics and more. Every item benefits that Do-Good cause I love so much, Project Soar.  Click here and enter the promo code FALLCOLORS at checkout.  

Happy Fall.

Marrakesh: and a tale of Fall colors at Peacock Pavilions

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Living in Marrakesh, I celebrate my Fall colors inside, not outside... I love my reds, oranges, greens, and browns at Peacock Pavilions...

Happy Fall!

Marrakesh: and a tale of a party for Jimmy Choo at Peacock Pavilions

Ah.  A party for Jimmy Choo ltd at Peacock Pavilions. What an evening filled with magic for the gorgeous fashion bloggers, Candice Lake, Zanita Whittington, Lainy Hedaya, Camille Charriere, Gala Gonzalez, Jessica Stein, Kat Collings. Click through the slideshow for a recap!

 And many thanks to the absolutely adorable Lucy Dachtler and Phoebe Younger from Jimmy Choo!

Marrakesh: and a tale of M.Montague {or an almost new me}

It’s my birthday this week and perhaps it was then so many days ago when it all started.  The day I was born in Egypt, in Cairo, in a hospital near the Nile.  I was born to parents who weren’t Egyptian but who were travelers and adventurers and do-gooders.  And Egypt seemed as good a place as any other to settle down. 

We moved from Egypt to Tunisia, spending our summers in Iran.  We eventually would wind up in New York with a container filled with my parents’ strange loot from all the places that they had been. 

Our home didn’t look like the homes of any of the neighbors.  And my parents didn’t look like the parents of any of the other children.  My father worked in Africa and persisted in wearing a khaki safari suit regardless of where he was.  Meanwhile, my mother breezed about in caftans – her dark hair and brows a marked contrast to the blond soccer moms. 

In my house, there were ethnic foods and ethnic friends and endless talks of programs to reduce poverty in far flung places. 

That’s the way I grew up.  And perhaps, really, nothing has much changed. 

As an adult, I hit the road and moved and then moved again.  From Washington to Senegal , from Bangladesh to Nepal , and from Namibia to Morocco.  And it was here in Marrakesh that I settled down, as much a nomad can, and built Peacock Pavilions in an olive grove – my very own bohemian enclave filled with my own curious loot.  I started this blog to chronicle my small tales, and I opened my shop to showcase my tribal treasures.  And because that wasn’t enough, I founded Project Soar – a social experiment in doing good.  I was my parent’s daughter after all and I had married a man as crazy as I was. 

It’s all grown organically, without rationale or a plan- everything scattered here and there on the web.  But now….now a little order.  My new site, M. Montague, that houses everything in one spot – my blog, my hotel, my shop, my nonprofit.  A place for all the things that I am up to -- my fascinations, my travels, my obsessions, my products.  A place for modern nomads everywhere. 

Come visit.