Delicate refuge in the medina of Marrakech

Its scents of spices, candied lemon zest, its incessant chatter.
Arriving in a refuge. Calm. Soothing. A heavy studded wooden door pushes at the bend of a road, close to the mosque Ben Youssef. Scents of orange trees. Steaming mint tea.
Softness and discretion of the staff.
Curl up in one of the eight rooms (four of which are suites). Appreciate the refined decoration thought by the hostess and the choice of the muted wall paintings. Taste the Moroccan salads or enjoy pastillas in the area from a crackling fire in winter, in one of the open lounges in an alcove shape in the fall, in the mildness of the shady patio in spring, or under the tent on the terrace in summer.

Voila, Talaa 12, a rare experience.