July 7, 2012
The "Bab Hotel" in Marrakesh is described in the "Lonely Planet" as "upscale boutique", a trend setter. For us backpackers, it seemed like our kind of out-of-the-way place: a totally black painted toilet with a roll of toilet paper in a lighted niche; a washroom on the other side of the room with glass vessels, glass-walled rain shower, no soap dish, and heated towel rack; mini bar; no clock; master light switch; sliding doors; the walls covered with B&W photos of Andy Warhol with celebrities; outside our hall door, walls covered with sheer curtains bathed in soft pink light, a white large number "4" stood to announce our level.
We knew we where in a different world when we went to the roof top "Sky Bar". There seated opposite the entry in our best, but slightly wrinkled and auspiciously odorous clothes, we witnessed to the most gorgeous French people in the world entering, each more beautiful and stylish than the last.
We then knew, they had nothing on us.
The "Bab Hotel" in Marrakesh is described in the "Lonely Planet" as "upscale boutique", a trend setter. For us backpackers, it seemed like our kind of out-of-the-way place: a totally black painted toilet with a roll of toilet paper in a lighted niche; a washroom on the other side of the room with glass vessels, glass-walled rain shower, no soap dish, and heated towel rack; mini bar; no clock; master light switch; sliding doors; the walls covered with B&W photos of Andy Warhol with celebrities; outside our hall door, walls covered with sheer curtains bathed in soft pink light, a white large number "4" stood to announce our level.
We knew we where in a different world when we went to the roof top "Sky Bar". There seated opposite the entry in our best, but slightly wrinkled and auspiciously odorous clothes, we witnessed to the most gorgeous French people in the world entering, each more beautiful and stylish than the last.
We then knew, they had nothing on us.
Sky Bar
Dining Room
Interior signage
Arriving guest (not Mary)
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