In the prettiest of all pretty houses in Marrakech, there was a dinner.
Imagine a fountain filled with Moroccan roses.......
There were roses quite literally everywhere.
Like here.
And blooming plants in vintage Moroccan repousse pails........
Girls in beautiful dresses sat on tufted velvet cushions....
at a table that was like pure magic.......
The hostess, a personal chef, prepared delicacies in the kitchen.
Her beauty in a lace dress was dangerous - a bit like looking at the sun.
The dark evening. Everything so delicious.
And at the end of the evening, far past midnight, a tiny boy came to say goodnight. His father, a British photographer, looked on amused.
And by the light of a Moroccan lantern...
in a courtyard with a rose-filled fountain, all crimson .........
we bade farewell to the loveliest of all lovely evenings in Marrakech............