TRAVEL: Most eagerly anticipated, our final destination in Morocco, the exotic Marrakech did not disappoint. Upon arrival from Essaouira, we stopped for lunch at the Grand Café de la Poste, a colonial-style restaurant with a très French bistro menu. A happening spot where Français is the prevalent language, as opposed to the Arabic and Berber conversations we had previously listened to in the High Atlas Mountains. The restaurant was buzzing with a film production crew, camera equipment, and lighting et al. covered the façade of the cafe (apparently filming John Wick 3 – Keanu where are you!). With the chatter of French around us, lunch was served, a delectable salad niçoise avec French fries and a refreshing glass of pinot grigio, I almost thought I was in the south of France. We loved this sceney little hot spot!
Onward to our hotel, we checked in at La Mamounia, situated inside the pink walls of the Medina. A national treasure and formerly a cherished destination spot for Winston Churchill after the war, hence the aptly named Churchill Bar. With its lush garden abundant in flowers, fruits, and birds, with the interior decor elaborately abundant in Moorish design, I’ve decided that La Mamounia is now one of my favourite hotels. The balcony view from our room overlooked the High Atlas Mountains, a picturesque reminder of where our trip began, and the early evening sunset was breathtaking with the soft singsong of birds juxtaposed with a call to prayer beckoning across the city.