
7 Days
Morocco Film Locations
Morocco has doubled for ancient Rome, Westeros, and galaxies far away. Ait Benhaddou's walls, Ouarzazate's studios, Merzouga's dunes—you'll recognize these places before you arrive.
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 → Ouarzazate
The road climbs until the city disappears. Stone villages cling to slopes where light shifts by the hour. Switchbacks tighten around you like a held breath. By afternoon, the mountains release you into ochre silence. Ouarzazate waits—not as a destination, but as a threshold. The air here tastes different. Drier. Older. You've crossed something.

Day 3
Ouarzazate → Merzouga
East into the pre-Sahara. The road stretches through country that empties as you go. Tinghir's palms, then Todra—canyon walls vertical and close, afternoon shadow pooling at the bottom. Beyond Erfoud, the hammada ends. Erg Chebbi rises. The dunes turn gold, then orange, then colors without names. Camp appears. The sand is still warm from the day.

Day 4
Merzouga
A day without roads. The dunes shift color as the sun moves—pink at dawn, gold at noon, orange by evening. You can walk to nomad tents where tea is poured without ceremony. Or drive to Khamlia where Gnawa music rises from the sand. Or do nothing. The desert doesn't require your participation. It just asks that you notice.

Day 5
Merzouga
A day without roads. The dunes shift color as the sun moves—pink at dawn, gold at noon, orange by evening. You can walk to nomad tents where tea is poured without ceremony. Or drive to Khamlia where Gnawa music rises from the sand. Or do nothing. The desert doesn't require your participation. It just asks that you notice.

Day 6
Merzouga → Dades
West from the dunes. The sand releases you slowly. Todra's gorge appears—walls rising vertical, light slicing through. Then the road opens into the Dades, where rock twists into shapes that shouldn't exist. You sleep in a valley that glows copper at sunset.

Day 7
Dades → Marrakech
The valley narrows, then releases. Ouarzazate passes—gateway facing both directions. Then the climb begins. Tizi n'Tichka winds upward through stone and shepherd country. By evening, Marrakech appears on the plain below. The descent feels like arriving somewhere you've always known.
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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