Oh no! This time, I really slept in the palace of the King of Morocco.
by EemilKokko
Jan 30, 2025
The pathways of the Royal Mansour Hotel's imperial garden gently ensnare visitors in a tender embrace of verdant trees and crimson walls the moment they step in. Lush greenery serves as a vibrant backdrop, with dense canopies resembling emerald clouds cascading from the sky, their swaying branches soothing passersby. The vermilion walls stand majestically, exuding a dignified silence honed by time.
Fifty-three courtyard pavilions are scattered like stars among the woods, not rigidly arranged but rather appearing as treasures naturally sprouted from the earth. Strolling along the winding paths, dappled light and shadow transform the scenery with every step: one moment, you tread a secluded trail entwined with vines; the next, a sudden turn reveals an open vista, where an exquisite pavilion greets you with a smile amidst the trees.
Walking through this space feels like traversing a meticulously designed labyrinth of life. The term "labyrinth" here does not imply confusion or dead ends, but rather the ingenious craftsmanship behind it—every turn conceals intention, every pause holds promise. Much like life's journey, where unexpected shifts in scenery often await, and fate hides surprises or mysteries around each corner.
Amidst the interplay of green shadows and red walls, I suddenly realize: life may well resemble this ever-changing garden, where every turn and every glance reveals new vistas waiting to unfold and flourish—as long as we keep moving forward, each step is worth anticipating and cherishing.
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