Boom first thing after breakfast. Argument about getting train tickets from Marrakech to Tanger which was continued after long march to La Gare. After bickering at the ticket counter we get correct fare but detente has not been reached. Sit not talking until Paris peace talks resumed and compromise reached. We will go to nearby gardens and chill.we are now outside the medina which is known as the new town area. Basically it is an endless number of hotels for tourists with apartments between. In this world every building is rendered and stylistically Marrakech mild with the occasional good modernist interpretation probably from the 1930s. Lysaght must be the colour consultant because you can have one colour, ochre, in various tones or shades. The overall effect is pinkish which looks good in bright sunlight. Anyway we get to intended garden which happens to be the former home of YSL himself. It costs to enter and oasis of bamboo, giant succulents of all types and orange trees immaculately manicured with water features . The old house is imitation Corbusier in Yves Klein Blue and flower pots in sunflower yellow. Obviously being the prophet of nock off handbags and velvet slip ons made by the natives is how you get to live in a private oasis. We get pay what you want taxi back to civilisation with peasants in time to prepare for top restaurant meal in the fortification. We will be joined by two young travellers staying in our oasis as it is their last kazbah night. By coincidence the Very expensive, best Marrakech restaurant, Topsil just happens to be the next. Door in our alley so be can fall home in 2 steps. The place is tres chic and tres tres expensive with too many courses to remember. Us, Douglas and Imogen have a hoot along with other cashed up non Moroccans. The day started with divorce possible and ended with over consumption to compensate.
Day 27
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