Morocco charmed me immediately. The food, the culture, the people – the weaving medina that felt so completely foreign to me.
I spent a few days wandering wide-eyed through the souks of Marrakech, besotted with the fragrances, lamps & spices.
After that, I journeyed on to Taghazout on the Pacific Coast of Morocco and onwards to Taroudant.
It was the most magical journey, and I’m already hatching endless schemes and plans to get back to Morocco for another visit.
I had saved Marrakech for later. To me, it felt like an advanced destination – suited to skilful travellers who know exactly what they are doing. The more I reflect, the more I see how wrong that assumption was. I had bundled Morocco away with the likes of Japan and India for quite some time […]
A signature dish in Morocco, with a fodmap friendly twist. Kefta mkaoura is made up of cherry-sized meatballs in a fragrant tomato sauce. GF & DF too.
My first time to Marrakesh. Frankincense burns near the pool, leaving a subtle fragrance that intermingles perfectly with the wafts of charring peppers.
