Marrakech: and a tale of not forgotten dancing

It's been busy.  It's been too busy.  It's been too busy in the insurmountable To Do List way.  Oh, the deadlines.  all. of. them. 

I'm a girl buried under an avalanche of tasks.  (Hello.......... Anyone in there?)

But somewhere deep inside is a different girl.  The one who dances. The one not bothered by deadlines.  The one who takes naps in the afternoon.  And has long talks on the phone.  Yes, the one whose friends drop in to find her music turned all the way up.

Do you know her?   The girl dancing?  She's the one with wings. 

 

Please send her my way if you happen to see her.

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Pssst. I'm in Cairo on assignment.

Marrakech: and a tale of a beautiful riad for sale

Maybe it's time you ran away...........to Marrakech.  (Why I did it myself.)

I might know just the right home should you come to your senses (or lose your marbles, depending on how you look at it).  Because (Can it be?) the beautiful riad in the Marrakech medina.........the one that was in Elle Decor and in Elle Decoration France and  in House & Garden UK..................

.....is for sale.

How I wish it were mine.

 

 



 


 Here are the specs:  Sidi Ben Slimane neighborhood - 15-minute walk to souks + Place Jemma El Fna • titled 250+-year-old home • 2,500 square feet • 3 bedroom / 2.5 baths • central courtyard • ground floor: living room with fireplace, fully equipped kitchen, dining room, study, powder room + large storage/laundry room • 2nd floor: master bedroom/dressing + bath and 2 guest bedrooms (one with ensuite bath) • terrace with tented lounging area • solar hot water+ radiant heat in courtyard 

And all covered with sublime Popham Design tile............

Only $325,000.  Worth so so much more.  Did I mention it comes furnished, save a few pieces of art?  Contact: caitlin at cdowesandes@gmail.com

Please buy it and invite me over for mint tea.

Marrakech: and an overwhelmed tale

All the deadlines, all the to do lists, all the inboxes. 

All the emails that have gone unanswered, the help requests that have gone unhelped, the phone calls that have gone unreturned. 

All the things to make, the gardens to plant.  the recipes to try. 

All the pounds to lose.  On me, on my shoulders... in my brain.

I am trying to remember, really remember, the time when all that was before me was the anticipation.....

 
of being air bound...... light, so light.  

before the cool splash of water.

Are you trying to remember, too?

 
 

Marrakech design inspiration: a tale of a rose-filled Moroccan dinner party

In the prettiest of all pretty houses in Marrakech, there was a dinner.

 
Imagine a fountain filled with Moroccan roses.......

 
Could it be any lovelier? 

 
    There were roses quite literally everywhere.

    Like here.

 
   And blooming plants in vintage Moroccan repousse pails........

 
 Girls in beautiful dresses sat on tufted velvet cushions....

 
at a table that was like pure magic.......

The hostess, a personal chef, prepared delicacies in the kitchen. 

Her beauty in a lace dress was dangerous - a bit like looking at the sun.

 
The dark evening.  Everything so delicious.

  
 
 No detail forgotten.

And at the end of the evening, far past midnight, a tiny boy came to say goodnight.  His father, a British photographer, looked on amused. 

 
 And by the light of a  Moroccan lantern...

 
in a courtyard with a rose-filled fountain, all crimson .........

 
 we bade farewell to the loveliest of all lovely evenings in Marrakech............