Oh yes, of course, she loved Marrakech. After all, this blog wasn't called My Essaouira was it? But there really was something about this coastal town that made her want to sell everything and become a gypsy. And Essaouira's multitude charms seemed to be thrown into high relief when staying at the beauteous Dar Beida.
Now she had given you a glimpse of Dar Beida's loveliness before. But that was by no means all........There was more, you see. Much more.
And somehow the chair paired with this preppy striped blanket (Habitat) and leather and raffia Tuareg carpet was just right. And look at that beamed roof!
Dar Beida was a house for readers or perusers or simply flippers of pages. The bookshelves were well stocked and the design magazines were abundant (including all those delicious, expensive mags from the UK) ..........Why ever leave?
One of the bedrooms had a mezzanine all its own. How very fun. Did she mention that the owners had designed the fab felt rugs themselves? Sigh, these over-industrious creative types.....
A darling little salon with white leather poufs, African art, and one of the house's grotto like fireplaces........
Eeek, she could barely stand the fabulousness of this room, which was really an inner courtyard. The swing (!), the amazing signage, the fanciful candelabra, and that mod coffee table. Really, living in a place like this could take ten years off of you, don't you think?
Well.......she was off to sit on the terrace, under the ahem, Ethnic Nautical gazebo (that the owners had built themselves in a fit of over-achievement:))
Dar Beida, Essaouira, rented in its entirety