One of the loveliest things about Les Deux Tours, the hotel in which we are staying in the Palmerie de Marrakech, is that, whilst the rooms are wonderful, the grounds are full of places to hide and dream. Hammocks, four poster beds under the trees, any number of terraces leading off the main building all with with cream calico covered sofa and chairs, swings hanging from trees, a lovely pergola-shaded outdoor dining terrace, a kitchen garden with tables and chairs in shaded spots and, of course, a huge pool with loungers and rattan chairs under parasols.
Lil’sis had a lovely day, prone by the pool. She then spent the afternoon asleep on a brass four poster, hung with white muslin drapes under the olive trees, whilst I commandeered the suntrap bar terrace for most of the day, with its comfy sofas, shaded corners, lovely wifi and handy power outlet for my laptop.
We had planned to go into Marrakech for supper, but my deadline dragged on, and Holl was feeling a little bleurgh, so we ordered a very early supper at 5pm from the room service menu but asked to have it indoors by the fire. (The inside of Les Deux Tours is just as wonderful as the outside. The restaurant building has a tucked away bar with secret hiding places, and a fire, and a vaulted sitting room, with slouchy leather armchairs.)
We sat (as above) and at seafood pastilla (her), a club sandwich and fries (me), and then a few hours later we weakened and lil’sis had three boules of chocolate ice cream, and I had a pineapple draped enormous macaroon with a lemongrass speared caramelised cherry tomatoes and pineapple from the restaurant menu. Divine.
We sadly crawled back to our room at ten to pack, as we leave tomorrow afternoon. We will be back.