Parisian winters are dreary. In general, days are cold and skies are grey; it's often raining, too. Real snow (the kind that covers cities in blankets of white), on the other hand, is rare... even if I've somehow managed to experience it twice. In other words, I totally appreciated my weekend of warm, shining sun in Marrakech. Anna, Leslie, and I made the most of it with a visit to the Jardin Majorelle.
Berber artifacts. Today, there's a separate entrance fee to the museum and cameras aren't allowed. It's worth seeing anyway.
Before leaving, we also stopped at their terrace café: mint tea for Anna and I, avocado smoothie for Leslie. I couldn't have imagined a more enchanting last sight. We flew back to Paris a few hours later.