
10 Days
From €1,800 per person
Morocco Textile Trail
Every region weaves differently. Fes embroiders in silk and gold thread. Marrakech trades in tribal rugs from the Atlas. Chefchaouen weaves striped blankets. Taznakht's cooperatives produce the geometric carpets collectors prize. Ten days meeting the women who weave and the traders who've sold textiles for generations.
Your Route

Day 1
Fes → Chefchaouen
North into the Rif. The imperial flatlands give way to mountains that don't care about dynasties. Villages appear white against green. The road winds tighter. Then Chefchaouen—blue spilling down the mountainside like someone knocked over the sky. The twin peaks watch. The paint doesn't explain itself.

Day 2
Chefchaouen → Fes
South from the blue hills. The Rif releases you into golden plains. The road finds its rhythm—olive groves, small towns, the slow approach. Fes appears in its valley, wrapped in history so thick you can smell it. The maze awaits.

Day 3
Fes → Meknes
A short drive from Fes to the Roman ruins of Volubilis for a visit, before continuing to Meknes for the night.

Day 4
Meknes → Rabat
A northbound drive from Meknes to Rabat, traveling through the plains of northern Morocco to reach the capital on the Atlantic coast.

Day 5
Rabat → Marrakech
South along the Atlantic corridor. Casablanca passes in concrete and ambition. The Haouz plain opens. The Atlas grows with each kilometer—snow on peaks, red city below. Marrakech appears under the mountains. The medina waits. The souks spiral. The square begins its evening transformation.

Day 6
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 7
Ouarzazate → Marrakech
The crossing in reverse. Ait Benhaddou in morning light—the clay glows different at this hour. Then the climb. Tizi n'Tichka at 2,260 meters. The pass holds its breath. The descent reveals the Haouz plain—flat, green, impossibly different. Marrakech appears under the Atlas like an afterthought. But you know better now.
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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