Red city express
MOTHER’S DAY IN MARRAKECH: FEELING tremendously cosmopolitan, Mamma and I made a dinner date at Dar Zellij. She had hopped in from Fez, I from Venice, but with the help of scouts in fezzes and pale djellabas who guided us by torchlight from opposite ends of the medina, we arrived bang on time beneath the stunning marquetry dome of the riad.
Pigeon and orange flower ice cream were a marvellous beginning to a few days’ adventure which included a research trip for me to the archive at the
