After the hustle and bustle of the souks what better way to spend a few tranquil hours than a visit to 'Le Jardin Majorelle'?
(Once you have haggled with the taxi drivers and convinced them you will stay longer than 20 minutes, and don't want to be picked up and taken elsewhere in their taxi or on their camel)
At every turn a new peaceful sight appears. Cactus of every possible variety lurk in comical or sinister clumps in the beds.
A thicket of stout bamboo intrigues with its pattern of graffiti carved by visitors from who knows where or when.
Birds chirrup and feet crunch on the gravel in slow time, while dry leaves rattle in the breeze.
Water trickles from fountains, and goldfish dart around ponds under banana leaves and cheeseplants.
Sunlight throws shadows and patterns through stained glass on to the conservatory wall while we sip mint tea.
And the restaurant is pretty good too!