Morocco

Mirleft Morocco: and a tale of dancing

It was a night like other nights but yet entirely different. Because they were in Mirleft. A place where the mountains meet the sea in Morocco.

It was twilight and she wore a dress. They sat in the kitchen at a big old table, the wood gleaming.

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A glass of wine, a story or two. She laughed and laughed again.

That’s when he turned on the music. And asked his wife to dance.

French photographer Delphine Warin. Moroccan lighting designer Souhail Tazi. One evening in Mirleft.

Villa Mandarine: or a tale of Moroccan interior decorating

So lovely and with the very prettiest gardens..........Where am I talking about?  Well, the Villa Mandarine in Rabat Morocco, of course.

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Checking in is a blue and orange affair.

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Go up a Moroccan tiled staircase and you'll find more treasures......

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like vintage Moroccan carpets and a painted Berber wedding chest.

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  The decor, with its masks, has an African appeal......

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There's even a carved African door mounted on the wall (and did you notice the fantastic floor....?)

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Maybe a drink at the bar..........

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with its adorable lights

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or a nightcap under a zebra skin?

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You can even shoot a game of pool in a Moroccan tiled pool hall.......

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If I go missing for a few days, you might find me here, sipping mint tea and flipping through a magazine ... 6

Find out more about the Villa Mandarine right here.

Marrakech's Koutoubia mosque: and an existential tale of waiting for Godot

I am waiting.  Waiting for so many things. 

Including the bus. 

A bus came but it was going the wrong way. 


A bicycle passed me by.  There was no room for me.

 
A taxi honked its horn at me.  But I didn't have enough money.


I heard the gallop of horses, and I was tempted.  But I looked away.


Finally.  Oh finally!  The bus....


Good things come to those who wait.  Or at least that's what I tell myself.  

Tell me, are you waiting, too?

Marrakech: and a New Year's eve tale

We headed out on horseback 


to a destination hidden but nearby

 
where friends -- Canadian, American, Egyptian, Moroccan and Czech -- were gathering


 

 
for a New Year's eve feast

 
 and much drinking of cheap pink wine and cheaper pink champagne. 

 At midnight we made toasts in too many languages to remember.  In short, it was perfect.  

Here's wishing you a 2010 filled with adventure, color, and love. (Because really, the rest is not so important when you think about it.)