Having almost ground to a halt, we stirred ourselves for a little bit of adventure – i.e. driving to Marrakech. No real idea what driving is like in Morocco, and no satnav so relying on maps.
And we made it ok. The roads seem to be extremely good – or at least this one was, and so 120 miles later, and with a couple of wrong turns, we found the hotel. So take a look at this – more like an art gallery.
Our room
And the foyer outside our room
And a real sense of achievement in the evening. We had been expecting to take taxis into the old town, but the owner of the hotel (or is it a gallery??) encouraged us to drive. So we had a go. Found the Medina, immediately turned around and retraced our route so we could get home again, found somewhere to park close to the main square, negotiated a reduction in the parking fee from £4 to 2.50 (still way more than I should have paid), had an excellent meal in the square without overpaying, found our way back to the car, and found the hotel again. And didn’t hit anyone or knock anyone off their bike (none of which have lights).
Proper exploring tomorrow.