Marrakech FIT FOR A KING
To begin to comprehend the intoxicating and contradictory city that is Marrakech, you need a metaphor. And these days the handiest is what you drive—or, more accurately, what you’re being driven around in. You could take the high road, and survey the Red City in the cosseted privacy of a Bentley from the Royal Mansour’s fleet. Or you could go adventurously low and hire a Russian-made Ural motorcycle from tour outfitter Marrakech Insiders and observe the sensory onslaught of the city from a low-slung sidecar. Either way, Marrakech will make its mark on you.
The cacophony of hagglers and shoppers just steps from the silence of an opulent private
