Royal Mansour Marrakech review: our verdict
Zellige, carved wood, gilded ceilings, and a silence disturbed only by the birds of the gardens: the Royal Mansour has chosen to showcase Moroccan craftsmanship rather than gold. The palace does not line up corridors of rooms; it is composed of private riads, each with its own intimacy, just minutes from the bustle of the medina.
Even for a simple meal, the service knows how to accompany without observing. The ftour of Ramadan, carried by an orchestra and a Moroccan cuisine faithful to its flavors, and lunch at La Grande Brasserie by Hélène Darroze are the two entry points for those who do not book a riad. For an occasion, a stay that tells a story, a year-end when Christmas decorations adorn the palace. Not for those who like a luxury that shows itself: here, nothing shines, and the bill, it is in keeping with the place.
The good tip: lunch at La Grande Brasserie, the easiest way to get through the door. The best slot: the ftour, when the orchestra plays. The trap: counting on an express breakfast, the service can drag its feet.



