Well you didn’t think I’d come home empty handed did you?
Marrakesh really is a shoppers dream. From the bustling souks in the medina, to the new town, to La Zone Industrielle there is temptation at every turn. Everywhere there is a spectacular blaze of colour, tantalising scents and beautiful workmanship. Get the hang of haggling and you might even pick up a bargain.
I was always going to buy a wedding blanket. It was a done deal. And I absolutely love it. Authentic and heavy and with a satisfying tinkling sound from all those sequins every time you shake it.
I’m also a sucker for anything that glistens. So the small glass and silver tray for serving tea to guests was soon in my shopping basket. Perfect for holding perfume bottles on the dressing table or in the bathroom.
The embossed mirror is beautiful. Small but perfectly formed. It doesn’t have a home yet but I’m working on it.
The scented candles with beaten metal lids and colourful tassels have pride of place on the coffee table and smell divine.
The dusky beauty in the black and white photograph was waiting just for me. Provenance unknown, but she will be a constant reminder to me of mint tea and the sometimes comfy, sometimes not, tradition of reclining on cushions.
And if I use the essential oils daily – good for eye bags and wrinkles, or so I’m told – I may become as beguiling as she.
The slippers are a present for a friend….maybe
But oh, the things I had to leave behind. The Ben Ouiran rug (too big for my suitcase and just a little out of my budget), the silver teapot, silver tray and rainbow coloured glasses, the punched metal lanterns (also too big but so very tempting) the leather pouf and so much more…