September 2006 On arriving at the Villa des Orangers, an authentic 1938 townhouse just outside the souk, I enter through a nondescript door and into an Arabian nights dark reception area before being ushered into the courtyard. As I sit, I hear only the falling of the fountain. A faint sense of incense …
Annoyingly, I’ve just discovered that my very slick, first blog using Apple Pages, has disappeared with Apple’s cessation of their web hosting service MobileMe last July. I could piece the stories together again, but, I need the will. Not to be beaten though, I resurrect one, about our drive from Fez to Marrakech. Fortunately and …