Jardin Majorelle

Jardin Majorelle in July. I think the mercury was already nudging the mid- to high-30Cs by the time we arrived at just after 9.30am. We surely would’ve arrived sooner had yours truly not sprained her ankle a mere five minutes after leaving the Riad. (And before you ask, I was in sensible shoes – gym trainers! …

Not fresh as a daisy

Jetlag, you beast. After lying awake for almost four hours, I finally gave up and decided it was time to resurrect the blog. Not sure how the two are connected, but there you have it. I guess this means I’m back. That aside, this is what I have learnt in the last few months. I’m a light terrible …


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