Marrakech wakes slowly. The first rays of light slide across the ochre ramparts, the gardens still breathe jasmine and orange blossom, and the heat has not yet reached the pathways of the Palmeraie. It is in this gentle light that the first visit begins. The first time Frantz steps through the door of Villa Boccara, he says nothing for a long time. He places his hand on the pisé wall, still cool from the early morning, looks up at the height of the ceilings, and murmurs simp

I first discovered Marrakech five years ago. At the time, I was fascinated by its contradictions. A city where apparent chaos coexists with extraordinary beauty. I thought I had understood it. I hadn't. A few weeks ago, I returned to Marrakech to spend time with Narjès, our local Search Expert. Early in the trip, she told me something that caught me off guard. "The first time I came to Marrakech, I hated it. Today, I live here with my family. Let me show you why."