I am standing on the tiled edge of Marrakech’s famed public square,

the crazy and chaotic Jemaa el-Fnaa amongst the hawkers and snake charmers trying to make a dirham or two. We have just spent a relatively comfortable 11 days on the dusty, black rock highways and back roads of Morocco and in need of a little pampering and lux life.

The city feels like it belongs to another epoch, with its dusty souks and donkey carts plying their trade in the rowdy, crazy main square. Marrakech is a modern, forward-thinking metropolis with a burgeoning collection of world-class museums, galleries,  and 5-Star hotels.