It feels like a hundred years ago since I was in Marrakesh, when in fact it is only three. Stepping off the plane, to be hit with that warm heat. The falling head long into the hustle and bustle of the medina. Oh my, I feel in love. I felt to alive! It was hard to explain, but the crazy, the colour, the heat, the smell – all bombarding my senses – should have left me drained and seeking quiet. But no, I felt invigorated by it. Almost like I had found my place of safety – a place where I could wander and be, with a world of noise around me – my own being was quiet.
Weird – but true. Three years ago I stayed in La Maison in the medina, home of designer Nicole. Who, now has helped design Riad 42, of which I am going to show you around.