When you walk through the red walled city, there is an old world feeling. You truly believe you have been transported back in time. An era where timeless traditions stand tall, where bread is still baked daily in stone hearths and fire. Where cactus thrive, and craftsmanship can be seen on every corner, every doorway and in every shop. It is truly an authentic city that doesn’t bend to outsiders but rather is blazon and uncompromising in the most magical way possible. When you wake to the call of prayer, you smell the distant smoke from bread shops, inside your Riad lemon trees are blooming with their blossoms emitting that beautiful subtle delicate scent. There’s a kind of musk in the narrow alleys and the taste of Moroccan mint from tea always lingers on the tongue.