Today's main event was the Jardin Majorelle - main, that is, apart from various non-pictured meals: breakfast at the Patisserie des Princes, where the legacy of French colonialism is very tastable in the excellent croissants; and dinner at the absolutely excellent all-women-run Saahbi Saahbi restaurant (but oh, it is so exhausting bargaining in Moroccan-style French for taxis). At least we managed to snaffle a regular metered one for our trip to the Majorelle, a garen originally created by the Fremch artist Jacques Majorelle, then after his death falling into disrepair, and rescued from development by Yves Saint-Laurent and Pierre Bergé, and designed with lots of cobalt blue and lemon yellow, and plants.
There's a temporary pavilion with lots of information about these succulents and other vegetation, most of which seems to be found in our own garden back in LA, but hardly in the lush profusion here.
Nor do we have pons with koi,
nor little frogs.
And for an extra picture of the well-designed, here's a little niche in our living room. It'll be hard to leave its creature comforts tomorrow ... the low sandy cloud even lifted for a moment in the early evening and we could see that yes, the Atlas mountains are there.
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