Yesterday we were invited out to tea in rather a different part of town than our rather gritty neighborhood.
There, the terrace looked out onto the walls of a magnificent garden.
Everything was sleekly moderne -even the sugar basin shaped like an egg.
It was hard to remember we were in Marrakech - except for the wonderful colors.
There is something refreshing about raw, clean space, without lots of fiddly, decorative things.
Here our luminous hostess, Sarah of the enchanting blog Passementerie, who is usually to be found in Paris discovering exquisite things.
You can tell we are still in Marrakech from the floor tiles and the fruit bowl made from a recycled tire.
