We ambled down through the narrow streets of the medina in Marrakech. The taxi driver that brought me from the train station "said" he knew where the Riad Alma, my guesthouse, was located amongst the narrow streets bustling with people, mini bikes and bicycles. He lied. We stopped several people and asked. Finally, we found the narrow Rue Kbala. A young Moroccan boy suddenly appeared and showed me the way. A left turn here. A right turn there. I would forget the way a few times the next 48 hours.
It was worth the wait. Take a look and tell me what you think of Riad Alma. Thank you Pierre (the owner). It was simply lovely.