Pools and Gardens (Marrakech, Morocco)

After a vibrant lunch and a heavy-handed hammam spa, I spent the rest of the day loafing around the palace's grounds.

There was also wi-fi.


The most striking thing about La Mamounia is the detail afforded in it's restoration. Like a lot of design in other Arabic countries, Moroccan design has a thing for symmetry. Every space was arranged like a butterfly's wingspan: curves, patterns and colours, yet what you see on your left is exactly mirror on your right. This very soothing on your eyes for some reason - perhaps because your brain only has to figure out 50% of your surroundings before it gets the idea.

I wandered through to the indoor spa area. It was fit for a queen!

It was completely peaceful. Nobody was here. I stripped down to my trunks and my hammam robe I bought at the market.

I enjoyed a good amount of time lying around here just staring at the walls. This was a very good place to do that.

Extra to the pool area was a mysterious, tiled corridor that led towards a small out-house.

In there was a lonely jacuzzi with plenty of room for me to spread out and bubble away in.

I was not disturbed once in the half hour I spent there.

At this point, I felt like I'd been indoors for long enough. I have a very bad FOMO (Fear of Missing Out) so I decided to wander outside and feel the sun on my cheeks.

I found a gloriously abundant garden complex with a blissfully quiet swimming pool secreted in the midst of it all.

You can tell it's a fancy hotel when there is absolutely nobody in the swimming pool.

I claimed a quiet bed in the corner, stripped down once again and spent the rest of the afternoon dwelling and swimming in peace.

The pools were lines with an iridescent mosaic that transformed the water into a hypnotic, sparkling abyss.

As the sun began to caramelise, I buttoned up my shirt, changed into dry shorts and took a walk through the balmy garden complex.

This was the perfect end to the day at La Mamounia. I somehow felt like I was a million miles away from the buzzing, dusty traffic of Marrakech, even though it all was just over the walls. The gardens were a haven of quiet. All you could hear were peeping birds and murmuring French couples reclined under the orange trees.

La Mamounia grows their own oranges and olives on these grounds.

They even go as far as pressing their own signature olive oil, which I tried at lunch. Tasty stuff.

Once the air cooled and began to bite back, I reported back to the lobby to abuse the Wi-Fi and velvet sofas for a last time.

Then it was back into the city to enjoy my last night in Marrakech, before heading into the Sahara Desert!

Read about that in my next post!

Thanks for reading,




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