We’re just about done. One last day in Marrakech. Another pair of babouches, some more silk material (the plan was to make a duvet cover!); more mint tea; cous cous for lunch – and a move to another riad down the lane for our last night at Riad Badra. We booked ‘the Marrakechi’ for dinner overlooking Place Djemaa el Fna – food was brilliant, except perhaps the Pigeon Pie. It would have been fine, only I kept thinking “where did the pigeon come from?”. Horrible thoughts of those pigeons that scavenge for leftovers turned me off my entree…

Alison & Stanley joined us to admire the view and then we took a walk through the Place at night. Hundreds of people jostling in the square, snake charmers, vendors and food stalls – quite incredible really.

We jumped in a taxi and headed for the piano bar at Hotel La Mamounia. The hotel is lovely, we visited it one afternoon for a whisky sour in the garden, but the plan this evening was to listen to some jazz, perhaps see a bellydancer and to bring in Stan’s birthday in style. We managed two out of the three, having missed the bellydancer earlier in the evening. The piano bar was nice, the pianist quite talented – it was just a shame that considering it was Saturday night it wasn’t jumping. We wandered over into the casino and contented ourselves with watching others lose money.

It was the perfect end to a fantastic holiday. I have already started to look for some reasonable priced flights to return this fall to Fes.

A wonderful country, very happy, kind people, beautiful colours, food and lives. An absolute pleasure.

I hope you get an opportunity to visit Morocco one day yourselves.