Fred, the owner, welcomed us with “ciao Susannaaaa” and just in that moment we realized we were not in a museum but in a riad. The glace was out of our imagination: a huge patio with some fountains, rich of pale flowers and soaked of morokkan parfume of sandal and almond. Over us, high balconies covered by ancient engravings with light custains moved by the freeze. The staff lead us…
