My final sunset

That’s it! I’m packed and ready for my transfer to the airport which is picking me up in just under an hour. I slept sooo well last night - over 9 hours - and can only hope that this is a pattern set to continue once I’m back in England. 

What to say about Marrakech? After our early morning arrival, we ventured out and were surprised to see how quickly the city had come to life. What greeted us was the usual assault on the senses. 

The Jardin Marjorelle which in latter years was owned and cared for by Yves Saint Laurent and Pierre Berge might have afforded some respite had it not been so busy with tourists. It seems that Marrakech is very popular with the French and Brits at this time of year! Crowds aside, it was still nice to enjoy the shade of palm trees and see the Art Deco house nestled amongst the foliage and mirrored in the garden’s many pools.

The Bahia Palace after lunch provided more of an opportunity for quiet reflection with its many beautiful rooms and peaceful courtyards. The stained glass used throughout created some beautiful effects in the bright sunshine and I spent an enjoyable hour taking it all in.

The rest of the afternoon was spent exploring the different souks in Marrakech medina. I gave the snake charmers a wide berth and made for the spice market where I was treated to a riot of colours, smells and tastes. It is so easy to lose yourself both literally and metaphorically in amongst the different stalls with their friendly traders and I was surprised to eventually wander out into a square to find the sun setting behind the mosque.

Dinner was with the rest of the group for the last time and I said my goodbyes to those whose company I had enjoyed. Mika has been the model roommate - quiet, considerate, clean and tidy - but has also become a friend over the course of the last few days. 

I will look back on my week in Morocco fondly. I’m not sorry to be going home (I think my eyes, ears and nose need a rest!) but I’ve loved being somewhere so completely different and learning more about this exotic corner of North Africa. Life will in London this January will seem particularly grey in comparison!