Palace · Medina edge
Royal Mansour
Each suite is a three-storey riad, with its own plunge pool and rooftop. The Kingdom's definitive palace house.
A thousand years of palm, ochre and prayer. The Kingdom's creative capital — and the home of the Maison.
Marrakech is where the Maison is based. It is the city we know best — street by street, riad by riad, maalem by maalem. Twelve years of relationships in the Medina; twenty years of relationships with the palace houses.
The city rewards slowness. A rushed Marrakech is a wasted Marrakech. We recommend a minimum of three full days and always more; between the Medina, the Palmeraie, the Atlas foothills and the Agafay desert, the city holds four entirely different worlds within an hour of each other.
Everything composed in this page is a starting point. The actual stay is written by your manager, after the brief.
Each suite is a three-storey riad, with its own plunge pool and rooftop. The Kingdom's definitive palace house.
Ten acres of eighteenth-century gardens, within the walls of the Medina. A century of literary residents.
A collection of nine riads, art-filled, whole-property buyout for privacy. A Maison favourite for creative clients.
A twenty-acre retreat in the Palmeraie, with private pool villas and the finest spa in the country.
A palace centred on the stables of the owner's Arabian horses. Discreet, outside the hustle.
A fourth-generation family palace opened to the Maison by invitation only. Available for entire-property stays.
The Medina at 21:00 is the Medina the public never sees. Souks lit and empty, ateliers kept open for you alone. Our guide is a maalem — a master — not a tour operator. You walk with him, not through him.
North of the city, the Palmeraie is where the palaces sit, the gardens open, and dinner is served under the sky. A horse at dawn, a long lunch in the shade, a private pool by the afternoon. This is where days are slow on purpose.
A 4×4 to Imlil, a Berber lunch, mint tea on a terrace at two thousand metres. For those who want altitude without the airport — the Atlas starts forty minutes from your door.
Not quite the Sahara, but the light is there, the silence is there, and the stars are as close. A Maison bivouac, a Gnawa trio, a chef flown in. For a night out of the city without the flight.
A short brief from the Maison on the season, the rhythm and the essentials. Bespoke advice upon enquiry.
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