A wandering through the house, the dishes, the lanterns, the quiet mornings and the loud evenings. Scroll slowly. Stay as long as you like.
Tajines kissed by morning charcoal. Salads of preserved lemon and rose. Bread still warm from the neighbourhood oven. Ten plates, each one a sentence of a very long story.
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From the medina gate to the lantern-lit corridor. The house is older than any of us, it has its own way of welcoming people in. Walk the threshold slowly.
Seven small salads to begin. A tagine arrives with its lid still steaming. Hands reach. Bread is torn. Mint tea is poured from a height. This is how a meal becomes a memory.














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