There are two types of civilisations in the world. There are those that understand colour, flavour and spice. And then there are those who are afraid of all three. Marrakech belongs firmly to the former. It seduces with saffron and mint but also overwhelms with the call of traders. It balances cacophony, charm and chaos in a way that allows the city to smell like orange blossom, turmeric, cumin and charcoal at the same time. If Marrakech is joy with sharp elbows, then La Mamounia is joy with good service.
"But La Mamounia’s greatest flex is not its restaurants nor the architecture, but its gardens. The building emerges from nearly 32 acres of olive groves, palms, citrus trees, roses and rare cacti"










