Marrakech had been on my mind for years — a place that felt distant and textured, unlike anywhere I’d known. When cheap November flights appeared, we booked them without thinking too much. A few clicks later, we had a small riad just off the old town — quiet, hidden, just right.
We arrived in the evening. A private driver met us at the airport — easy, inexpensive, and well worth arranging ahead. Cars only go so far; we walked the rest, winding through narrow streets until we reached a plain wooden door.
The riad opened into a courtyard of soft light, carved wood, calm air. The noise outside faded completely. I’d stay there again in a heartbeat — or anywhere within the old city walls. There’s something about being in the middle of it all, but held slightly apart.
That first night, we headed out into the Medina, letting the streets take us. We ended up at L’Adresse, a rooftop spot with warm service, good food, and Moroccan mint tea — the first of many. It became a ritual after every meal. Something about the sweetness, the warmth, the way it ends the day slowly.
Later we wandered past the snake performers and monkey handlers, the stalls still open, the city humming. It felt safe. Surprising yet very welcoming.
Over the next few days, the city kept unfolding.
We rose early for a hot air balloon ride — floating over the desert at sunrise, then breakfasting in its stillness. Another evening took us back to the desert for a slow camel ride, ending in supper by firelight, with drums echoing across the sand. Both were worth it. Not dramatic — just quiet and wide and beautiful.
We visited Jardin Majorelle — all cobalt and green, a garden made for silence.
We took a day trip to the Ouzoud waterfalls, where cold mist hit our faces and monkeys watched us from the rocks.
In the Medina, the sellers came often. A smile and a polite no — or a small conversation if something caught my eye. Prices are rarely final and bartering is standard practice. It’s expected, the rhythm of offer and response.
Marrakech is a city that’s both still and alive. It holds its chaos in colour. Its quiet in corners. It stays with you in small ways — the scent of oranges, the warmth of tea, the sound of the city exhaling at the end of a busy day.
If you’re planning your own trip to Marrakech, here’s what I’d say:
Arrange a private airport transfer — it’s simple, inexpensive, and eases you in gently – we found ours on Getyourguide.
Stay in a riad within the old town — for the atmosphere, the stillness, the proximity to everything (the stunning Riad I stayed in is linked and highly recommend).
Say yes to mint tea. It’s not just a drink, it’s a part of the culture.
Wander the Medina without a map — it’s meant to be a little lost in.
Float over the desert at sunrise.
Visit Jardin Majorelle early, before the crowds and the heat.
Let yourself be approached — the sellers are part of the rhythm.
If you’re planning a trip to Marrakech and still need to sort out where to stay, I’ve got a link that might come in handy. It’s what I use to browse hotel options—it’s easy to compare places and prices all in one spot.
Marrakech isn’t a city to rush. It’s pause in time — and it’s better that way.
Molly Levi Travels 