Marrakech – Bed Hopping, the Best of the Best

“The further you go, the more you shall see and know.” Medieval Proverb

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Saadian Tombs 

The first in a series of sharing authentic riads and hotel properties in Marrakech and beyond the city, my second Camel Caravan in four months focused on new properties in the Kingdom of Morocco, where ancient traditions in the countryside have barely evolved to the mesmerizing cities which are changing every minute!

FROM MARRAKECH: Spending several days with an expert guide and a fearless driver in Marrakech, I explored many riads within the walls of the ancient Medina and have sourced out the best of the souks; this is not an easy task, as Marrakech contains acres of wiggly alleys winding about – jammed with hundreds of haggling vendors. After your first visit, focus on an area ie communal bread ovens, babouche, or metal craftsmen.

On my first visit, years ago, had it not been for the keen guiding, I would still be roaming the souks, lost! Imperial Marrakech is magical, slightly untamed and exotic. An assortment of handmade goods are sold here: babouche (leather slippers), pottery, metal work, the street vendors offer food, however, you must be willing to witness live chickens and rabbits being butchered, sheep heads (eyeballs included) are also on display, something for every palate! An occasional camel head is offered in the open meat markets. Apparently, the government tried to modify the open meat market storage rules, but a strong outpouring of protest has kept the traditions of the open markets. There are typical grocery markets if you prefer to buy refrigerated meat, my driver delivered me to a gorgeous French Cheese shop as well and a few stores which sell excellent wines and spirits.

Amanjena

It is a site to behold, turban topped cobra charmers squatting on the famous Djemaa el Fna plaza, boys carrying small monkeys – be careful in your admiration, as apparently it is an implied ‘invitation.’ Two adorable monkeys were perched on me; one on my wrist and the other on my opposite shoulder – my comfort level reached an unparalleled high when the shoulder monkey explored my inner ear with one hand and twirled my hair with the other – enough intimacy with the monkey! Naturally, I was expected to pay a few Dirhams for the uninvited monkey pleasure.

Marrakech has never lost its exotic flavor and seems to be on the ‘hot’ list of emerging North African style. Cooking schools are readily found here: traditional Moroccan or French cuisine.

La Maison Arabe, where I have stayed, offers a half-day cooking class at its off–site professional kitchen, in a secret gated pool and garden compound.

Celebrity boutique riads compete with the fabulous Aman resort, the Amanjena, plopped outside of town, an oasis seemingly in the middle of the desert. Amanjena, a luxury resort inspired by the rose-hued buildings of old Marrakech is situated just outside the fabled Red City.

My La Mamounia Suite

In the din that is now Marrakech, I’ve moseyed here numerous times for a delightful garden repast – delicious dining and a quiet place to regroup from the excitement of the city. Set in its own expanse of gardens and grand open spaces with shaded courtyards with fountains that lead to the central basin, a small lake, that nourishes the gardens in which spacious standalone guest pavilions and maisons rest, all with private gardens and many with private pools. Views stretch across the olive groves and palms of the oasis, extending to the High Atlas Mountains on the horizon.  It provides a marvelous view of the now snow-capped peaks.

La Mamounia is where I first reserved so many years ago for an epic Birthday Celebration and time has not tarnished its impeccable allure! The hotel sits in a prime spot in the Hivernage neighborhood, just outside the medina and almost opposite the famous Koutoubia minaret. One of the most inviting gardens in all of Marrakech, the surrounding 17 acres of royal gardens cushion the hotel from the outside hubbub and are magically lit at night.  La Mamounia has always been famous for its striking blend of Art Deco and Orientalist décor. The ornate Moroccan tile work, intricate stucco and carved woodwork perfectly balance the geometric forms, exotic floral styles, and bright Fauvist colors of the Deco period. Ever since Winston Churchill (who first visited Marrakech in 1935) adopted the Mamounia as his winter home, the hotel has been renowned for its impeccable, courtly service. On guest arrival, be welcomed with hot towels, almond milk and dates  – setting the stage for a the tired traveler, rooms are furnished with thoughtful touches such as armfuls of fresh roses, freshly baked spiced cakes and tempting bowls of dates. 

My impressive Royal Suite with two utterly charming terraces faced the gardens and was aligned with the famous 12th century Koutoubia Mosque, daily calls to prayer waltzed ethereally through my gorgeous suite. Current Netflix series ‘Inventing Anna’ has a segment featuring Mamounia – in all its resplendent glitz.

I’ve visited many refurbished contemporary riads, decorated in chic and muted tones or traditional Moroccan interiors, all maintaining the time-honored Islamic architecture and characteristics, however many are updated with small central pools, which is very typical of Moroccan architecture.

Vanessa Branson’s 28 room EL Fenn is a chic, upscale boutique with plenty of old Morocco charm set in the heart of medina. A combination of charming riad living with an impressive array of swanky interiors, which are hands-down some of the most gorgeous you’ll find in Marrakech. Tucked down a side alley right next to Bab El Ksour the riad is easy to find and taxis can draw up within a few steps of the front door. The Djemaa el-Fna is an uncomplicated 10-minute walk away.

My Suite at El Fenn

Rooms with lots of jewel tones, inviting places to lounge strewn with colorful throw pillows, and enchanting keyhole arches. This property also delivers on stellar facilities with several pools, a hammam spa, peaceful courtyards with a hammock, and excellent rooftop dining. It’s no surprise their spacious and luxurious rooms are popular with the celebrity crowd! My suite was the largest on property and I could have never left! Sumptuously elegant, fit for a Pasha!

Villa des Orangers, we have clients staying now. In the heart of the medina, not far from the entry to the souks and the main square, two French brothers have transformed a historic riad, just twenty seven rooms and suites nestled in a rambling garden and small pools. Opening onto two courtyards—one of which has a swimming pool—the rooms and suites, each named for a local spice – think saffron, nutmeg, and turmeric, and decorated in rich gem shades.

Villa des Orangers

An ancient Moroccan riad which provides a home away from home for travelers. The hotel’s public spaces are separated into a lovely tiled formal garden area, featuring trickling fountains and plots of blooming flowers, and a quiet area which hosts the mosaic pool and a traditional steam hammam.

The riad also enjoys an elevated position than its neighboring buildings, resulting in particularly great views from the sun-drenched rooftop terrace. Gaze at the snow-capped Atlas Mountains from the luxe lounge chairs, a straw hat is shared for extra sun protection. Return for sunset to sip cocktails or a candlelit romantic dinner.

Our local team organized a private story telling evening for me in one of the private salons – it was pure theatre with two actors reciting ancient Moroccan stories, with the backdrop of a wood burning fire and the sound of an ancient oud played by a local musician. Heaven, truly heaven!  Another evening, I enjoyed a private dinner in a beautifully decorated salon in brilliant red tones and the oud player just outside my salon. The staff go to great lengths to spoil our guests.

Villa des Orangers

The streets of the Medina, the historic old quarter, are teeming with donkey carts, zippy scooters, veiled women, exotic food stalls – a sensory overload, shadowed by the 12th Century Koutoubia Mosque, which in a rather rhythmic, wailing chant, calls Muslims to prayer five times a day; I enjoy the soothing call- some semblance of calm to override the chaos of the city streets.

The best of Marrakech can be discovered with our marvelous guides and fearless driver; these trusted companions with the tales of the complex medieval history, the final, if needed, bargaining point in the souks, a guide to tasting the best spices, finding vendors selling indigenous music, facilitating introductions in a small school in the foothills of the Atlas Mountains, sourcing traditional Moroccan handicrafts, obtaining reservations in the best local restaurants and ultimately the chaperone who is a resource for all needs while traveling to Morocco, we travel with these experts to make certain our clients will enjoy The VV Best Journey.

What makes anyone travel, especially such a distance? We connect with others, we connect our experiences and attempt to make an abstract connection with our ‘daily routines’, returning home inspired to modify the mundane and retain the transformed clarity which travel often provides – the gift of the travel experience.

What’s that Smell? Communal Ovens, Morocco

Narrow winding streets define most of the cities in Morocco, at least in the warrens of the medina passageways. The medinas are the oldest walled areas of North African cities. Purposefully designed with tangled winding paths, intended to slow down ancient invaders if they breached the high stone walls of the medina. In Fez, the medina is over 1200 years old and has some of the most beautiful gates in Morocco.  In many of the cities or villages, the tight paths only allow foot traffic, some permit donkeys and in Marrakech, one needs to dodge scooters and a random horse carrying propane tanks. Bellmen use enormous wooden carts to transfer luggage from a street through the circuitous paths to hotel doors.

Chefchaouen Al-Haouta Oven 1540

Moroccans developed a specific cuisine known for a combination of pungent spices. I didn’t visit any supermarkets, I did peek into small single room shops along the path of my Nineteen Day Camel Caravan, and of course, sampled the tremendous towers of spices and olives in the souks. Most Moroccans in the countryside live on what their seasonal gardens produce, making their own olive oil in the fall, grinding wheat into flour in winter. The outdoor markets are bursting with a variety of freshly slain animals hanging from hooks, stacks of fresh fish fill the seafood markets, neatly arranged piles of vegetables reward daily shoppers. Jars of freshly preserved lemons, beautifully arranged glass vessels of green and black olives flavored with chunky black peppercorns. The elegance of the display is as significant as the freshness of the produce. Most locals shop every day for fresh ingredients.

On my previous visit, I hadn’t seen a communal oven or faraane. In the numerous neighborhoods of Morocco, there are five places open to the local public: mosques, schools, public water fountains, hammams, and communal ovens. Follow the scent of a wood fired oven or keep an eye open for the small kids with wooden paddles of dough headed to the local oven. Chefchaouen, the famed Blue Pearl village has multiple public fountains and communal ovens. Many of the small homes in the medina don’t have the luxury or space for an oven, they deliver their molded dough to a baker at a communal oven, reducing the need for burning wood in summer in their home and the location provides the perfect space for meeting their neighbors. For a small fee, the professional baker cooks the loaves and pastries, often delivered on oversize trays. Centuries have passed preserving this practice, the locals dressed in hooded djellabas, and in November, a heavy wool fabric, looking more like snuggly night shirts with a tasseled hood.

Small entrances to the Communal Bakery belie the size of the massive wood burning ovens just steps from the entrance, whatever remaining space holds racks of freshly baked bread or dough waiting to be slid into the ovens. The intense aroma of baking bread may lead you directly to a communal bakery. Communal ovens have been an integral part of traditional neighborhood Morocco society for centuries, a treasured link to the past.

Perhaps the only thing more important than the warm fresh bread itself is the significance of sharing it with another. In Moroccan culture, bread is considered nothing less than sacred. For many meals, it replaces the fork and knife, scooping up juicy Tajine morsels and sopping up the vegetables with bites of bread.

Moroccans love their bread; it is served at every meal, mostly small round loves sprinkled with seeds and very light flatbread, made with white or wholewheat flour with a thick crust.

Always piping hot and served with honey or homemade jams. You will see bread sold everywhere, in round loaves, stacked baguettes, platters of freshly baked bread. Bread is a community commodity.

Public fountains, seqqâya, are scattered about the medinas, some small homes may not have running water, in Fez, there are over 60 public fountains. Many are found near the mosques, which is usually the central area of a medina.  In Chefchaouen, look for the ancient water systems, small open pipes which delivered water from vast canal systems engineered in the 1400’s. Many of the fountains are ornate basins built against a wall with several spigots, elaborate tiles adorn the walls.