Eating Out

As we descend into the subterranean dining room at Rextail, leaving behind the cold of a spring night, the insistent,…

“With its low lighting, shabby chic whitewashed interior and wooden chairs, not to mention Jill greeting guests with “Bonsoir!”, you could almost convince me that I was in France.”

“Marrakech – a city of sounds, oscillating through the hot, dry, smoky air from the hoarse but incessant voice box of Jemaa el Fna. Bewitching, enchanting, hypnotising…”