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Posts Tagged ‘Morocco’

A Land Of Dreams

Tuesday, October 4th, 2011

Of all of Morocco’s major cities, the least predictable is Marrakech. It’s a combination of the hectic and the tranquil, the brash and the delicate, and the aggressive and the retiring. This split personality even extends to the geography of the city, which is a mixture of the old and new almost exactly – the medieval Medina, complete with souks and winding streets could not be a greater contrast with the so-called ‘French quarter’, which offers modern buildings and busy roads. The effect of arriving in Marrakech is simultaneously exhilarating, bracing and disorientating. The pace of life is as hectic as in any Western city, but in an entirely different register. Far from being ignored, visitors are treated as objects of enormous curiosity, whether to be welcomed, sold to, begged from or welcomed into the family.

The other thing about Marrakech that has become clear over the past few years is the rise and rise of the luxury travel market. With several airlines now flying here, it’s an easy spot for a weekend break.  Additionally, there are now numerous hotels that cater to the sybarite’s every need, offering everything from a completely Westernised experience of luxury to something altogether more authentic, if no less comfortable. One of the leading lights in the latter sphere is the uber-stylish Royal Mansour Hotel, situated a short distance from the main square, Djeema el-Fna, as well as the other highlights.

The vibe in the hotel is a synthesis between classic Moroccan chic, complete with stunningly painted and designed ceilings, traditional architecture and fountains, and something more contemporary. This is perhaps best expressed in the spa, which has one of the city’s most acclaimed hammams within it. Likewise, the restaurants here are considered to be some of the finest in Morocco, offering entirely different experiences whichever of the three – Moroccan, Mediterranean and French – you decide to head to.

If you decide to opt for La Grand Table Francaise, you’re in for a treat. Described by some as the finest French restaurant in Africa, it’s under the careful tutelage of three Michelin-starred chef Yannick Alleno, famous for his cuisine at Le Meurice in Paris. Unlike some places in Marrakech, which seek to offer French dishes with a Middle Eastern twist, the cooking here is both straightforwardly Gallic, and utterly excellent. The menu is short, but everything on it is cooked to perfection, whether it’s a starter of rich, sumptuous duck foie gras, main courses of tender veal or succulent sea bass, or decadent desserts using the freshest fruit available. The wine list is intelligently divided between surprisingly good (and very underrated) Moroccan wines, and French offerings for those who prefer to cleave a little closer to convention. A glass of 2000 Billecart Salmon to begin with was a particular joy.

Whatever your own path of travel, there can be little doubt that Marrakech offers just about every option under the (blazingly hot) sun. The Royal Mansour, in all its opulence and luxury, is about as sophisticated a means of assessing all the options as can be found in the city at the moment, and seems likely to remain one of the key destinations in the country for the foreseeable future.

Royal Mansour Hotel, Rue Abou Abbas El Sebti, Marrakech. www.royalmansour.com

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Amanjena Days – Moroccan Nights

Friday, February 4th, 2011

I have often dreamt of Morocco as a land straight out of a Scheherazade tale, full of azure pools, flickering amber hues, saffron spiced air and swirling veils. My first impressions of the Amanjena Resort in Marrakech did nothing to shatter my reverie – A sun baked pink palace that appeared as a hazy mirage before my eyes, framed by the vast Atlas Mountains that shimmered in the distance.

The sweet sound of trickling water from the scattered pools and fountains instantly starts to soothe the soul and the scent of rose water in the air is the perfect antidote for the weary traveler.

There are 39 suites in total and I was ushered to one of the Amanjena’s two-storey, two-bedroom Maisons that allowed me to suspend reality and imagine I was living in a traditional Moroccan town house, complete with my own arc cut fireplace, Maillechort candle lanterns, and chaise lounge to recline on while I listen to the soft symphony echoing from the zellij wall fountain.

A short journey through my new abode revealed further untold delights in the form of the domed bathroom in the master suite complete with a stunningly carved Quarzazate green marble bath which I immediately wanted to relax into for several luxuriant hours.

Tearing myself away from the visual feast of the inside of my suite, I ventured towards the brilliant sunlight streaming through my courtyard doors and entered my own private jannah (paradise). I dipped a toe into my private swimming pool, leant down to sample the intoxicating scent from the rose bushes, and sat down for a while under my own shade tree to contemplate the wonders of my good fortune.

If there was one thing that could have made me relax further than I already had, it was a visit to the spa at Amanjena. Taking the form of a traditional Moroccan ‘hammam’ the spa is the ideal place to revitalize and rejuvenate your mind and body, thanks to the centuries old traditions and therapies used by the therapists, with many of the staff who work in the spas having learned ancient local skills passed down from generation to generation.

Laying in the warm heat of the hammam I felt all the impurities being lifted from within my skin, followed by a scalp massage that had me entering a state of absolute bliss.

A light supper of traditional mezze and delicious lamb tagine was served in an intimate Caidal Tent, as the sun sank below the mountains. Sat in my courtyard I sipped the mint tea lovingly prepared for me by my personal butler and pondered the meaning of Amanjena. When translated, Amanjena means ‘peaceful paradise’ and with the desert stars shining above me, I could not think of a more perfect explanation than that.

http://www.amanresorts.com/

Momo – London’s Glamorous Hotspot

Thursday, January 21st, 2010

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It’s been around for 12 years now but the spice hasn’t fallen off the rack for Momo, London’s glamorous Moroccan. Thanks to a clever mix of marketing and the fashionable connections of its formidable and mono-monikered proprietor,  Mazouz, the brains behind Sketch, Momo still remains the place to be seen and heard for London’s hipsters with a bit of cash to splash, hoping to catch a bite of informal exotica.

You might ask about the food – well that’s not bad either. When it’s good, it excels – particularly when it comes to the usual suspects of Moroccan gastronomy; the tagines and couscous dishes are by far the best and Chef David Jones is fully adept at handling the subtleties of Moroccan spicing . Service can be a little languid but the experience is amply compensated by a preternaturally good-looking staff who are cheerily efficient in refilling cocktails or any other alcoholic beverage for that matter. Do try the Mojito.

Go on a Thursday, Friday or Saturday to get a real taste of the atmosphere and head downstairs to the subterranean Kemia Bar for a post-prandial jig. A visit to Momo is sure to warm your winter up.

25 – 27 Heddon St, London W1. www.momoresto.com

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