Staying in Taroudant was a bit like going back thirty years. Some parts of Taroudant have not changed for much longer than that, of course, and sections of the city almost have a medieval feel to it, but what I mean by thirty years is that it reminded me of a trip Lindsey and I made to Morocco about 32 years ago. Finding our way around by ourselves rather than being part of an organised trip, walking in the souk and drinking coffee while watching the goings-on in Place al-Alaouine, the main square, deciding where to eat (there were only a few restaurants), and talking to some other travellers, in a semi-desert situation, made me think about our previous trip.
We stayed at the gorgeous Dar Tourkia for a few nights, then went up into the High Atlas, and returned for one night, staying at Dar Fatima.
The call to prayer would wake us up, first thing each morning, then we’d go walking into the nearby city for a while, before it got too hot, and we’d return to Dar Tourkia. I loved being on the edge of the desert, yet having a nice oasis of a hotel to retreat to, with a pool to swim in, in the late afternoon. If you stay at Dar Tourkia, you may be fortunate enough to be served one of Fatima’s fantastic lemon tarts (they were so tasty).
We tried, but didn’t manage to get to Palais Claudio Bravo, a few miles from Taroudant, for a day trip. We went to the grand taxi stance outside Bab Taghount, but somehow picked up a “I’m not a guide” guide on the way, and we couldn’t throw him off. The grand taxi driver wanted to charge us far too much for the journey, and my Google Maps couldn’t locate Claudio Bravo Palace so I was not able to show that it was really only 10kms from town.