As it was the off-season (i.e. chilly out of the sun), we were able to rent a whole riad for about $50/night. Bad news was that the hot tub poured water down into the children's bedroom (we were cursed when it came to aquatic enjoyments).
But really, despite needing to be cautious about pickpockets, what is there not to love about this cultural gem? I want to live in Marrakech for the first year of my retirement. You heard it here. Book a bed now!
We played footie in the alley; we experienced Eid with our new neighbours (in the end, Sebastian was unfazed by the sight of a sheep being skinned and bled in the neighbouring courtyard); we shopped in the souk and bargained hard; we drank in the cafes; we ate merguez and roast chicken in Jemaa El Fna with the hoardes - http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Djemaa_el_Fna ; we saw entertainers whirl and wail; we dodged the henna ladies; we strolled through Yves St Laurent's garden; we rode the caleches; we ate French pastries; we did it well.
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