The Hassan family touched down at Marrakesh Menara Airport just as the afternoon sun painted the city in warm shades of gold. The moment they stepped outside, a mix of sandalwood and citrus filled the air. Morocco had been on their minds for years; a place their friends described as chaotic in the most beautiful way.
Their riad in the Medina was an oasis of calm. The children were fascinated by the courtyard fountain and the mosaic tiles that looked like puzzles from another world. Each morning began with fresh orange juice and warm bread on the terrace before heading into the souks. There, colors, sounds and scents collided in a way that felt alive.
They visited the Majorelle Garden, where blue walls glowed against palm trees, and rode camels at sunset in the Agafay Desert. In the evenings, they shared tajine dinners under lantern light. What struck them most wasn’t just the architecture or cuisine but the hospitality that wrapped around every experience.
On the flight home, Layla told her husband she’d return just to visit Fes and Chefchaouen, the blue city that locals said feels like a dream. Morocco, she realised, was not just a destination but a sensory memory , one that stays long after you leave.
