It was hot in Marrakech. Oh, very hot. So she escaped
to that town on the Moroccan coast, Essaouira, her favorite Summertime (and
anytime) haunt.
Now she was no longer a Spring chicken (sadly, so sadly). And so she had stayed in quite a few guest houses and hotels in her time. Some luxurious with down pillows and beautiful bath products and some......well, not much better than sleeping on the floor of the bus station (oh dear).
But had she ever stayed anywhere - anywhere at all - like Dar Beida? No never. It was organic and Moroccan and African and modern and high/lo all at the same time. This was the sort of place that you could imagine yourself staying in, well, forever. This little house on four floors was so lovely, that she promptly began thinking up all her best arguments to get the British owners to sell it to her. (My, weren't they tired of Morocco yet? What did they mean, No?)
It was all in the details, you see. Now she couldn't possibly share them all in one batch. But here's a few to start..........
A charming place to hang the house keys........Each key with a treasure from nature attached.
Two chairs in the entry where you could sit and gaze at.......
This darling little rustic steer display....The blogging girl was quite fond of cows, and this suited her to a tee.
There was an interior courtyard in the center of Dar Beida and African art placed here and there. (The girl had her very own body masks like the one in this image that she had collected in Tanzania, South Africa, and Kenya.)
Oh yes, please do perch on this little stool and read from the enormous trove of interior design magazines...........Heaven!
This vintage African chair was covered entirely with tiny beads. How very amazing.
The chair was in this charming little bedroom. The bed was covered with a fine wool vintage haik, worn by Moroccan women once upon a time. (The girl had several of these horded for her shop.)
Oh the view from the roof terrace......She could smell the sea. (And the girl had these very same mod chairs for the roof of Peacock Pavilions. Could it be that Dar Beida had everything she liked?)
The girl sat and talked on the phone while checking her Blackberry. She told everyone she might be staying in Essaouira for a good, long time...........Could she be a stowaway at Dar Beida?
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Dar Beida, Essaouira, rented only in its entirety (which is a good thing because you'll want it all for yourself...)
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