
8 Days
Morocco Culinary Journey
Every region has its own kitchen. Fes preserves medieval recipes, Marrakech adds heat and speed, the coast brings fish and argan. Cooking classes, market tours, and tables where grandmothers still roll the couscous by hand.
Your Route

Day 1
Marrakech
The souks spiral inward by specialty—leather, brass, carpets, spices. Each turn narrows. Bahia Palace holds its painted ceilings in afternoon shadow. The hammam strips you down to quiet. By evening, Jemaa el-Fna transforms. Smoke rises from a hundred grills. Storytellers gather crowds. The square has done this for centuries. It doesn't need your permission.

Day 2
Marrakech
The souks spiral inward by specialty—leather, brass, carpets, spices. Each turn narrows. Bahia Palace holds its painted ceilings in afternoon shadow. The hammam strips you down to quiet. By evening, Jemaa el-Fna transforms. Smoke rises from a hundred grills. Storytellers gather crowds. The square has done this for centuries. It doesn't need your permission.

Day 3
Marrakech → Fes
A direct highway drive from Marrakech to Fes, covering the distance in approximately six hours.

Day 4
Fes
Nine thousand alleys. The medina hasn't changed in a thousand years—same crafts, same quarters, same calls echoing off the walls. The tanneries still use pigeon dung. The brass workers still hammer by hand. You get lost. Everyone does. A boy leads you out for a coin. By evening, you've stopped trying to map it. The labyrinth is the point.

Day 5
Fes
Nine thousand alleys. The medina hasn't changed in a thousand years—same crafts, same quarters, same calls echoing off the walls. The tanneries still use pigeon dung. The brass workers still hammer by hand. You get lost. Everyone does. A boy leads you out for a coin. By evening, you've stopped trying to map it. The labyrinth is the point.

Day 6
Fes → Marrakech
A direct highway drive from Fes to Marrakech, covering the distance in approximately six hours.

Day 7
Marrakech → Essaouira
West toward water. The road flattens through argan groves where goats climb trees like punctuation marks. The air changes before you see the sea—salt, wind, something loosening. Essaouira appears white against blue. The port smells of fish and freedom. Shutters rattle. The city doesn't try to impress. She's busy being.

Day 8
Essaouira → Marrakech
The coast releases you slowly. Fishing boats shrink in the mirror as the road turns inland, climbing through argan groves where goats still perch in trees—not for tourists, just because they always have. The plain opens, heat rising, until Marrakech appears as a shimmer before it becomes real. You've closed the circle.
This journey is a starting point.
These itineraries aren't fixed. They're designed to bend. Add a day in the desert. Skip the city. Stay longer where something pulls you. This is your journey—we shape it around what matters to you.
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