On the immense rooftop terrace overlooking the red city’s historic centre, the restaurant in La Sultana’s hanging gardens is a dream come alive.
In summer, when the sun sets on the horizon among the palm, orange and olive trees, the tables are set in harmony.
The tablecloths, in immaculate white, stand out against the grounds covered with oriental carpets and soft lights shine like stars, playing like mirrors against the sky.
A musician makes the air sweet as honey by the sound of his lute, as his melody follows the rhythm of the waiters’ discretely orchestrated comings and goings.
In this elegant atmosphere, refined dishes are savoured like mysterious potions. The chef’s creations combine the subtleties of revisited traditional Moroccan cuisine with flavours from other lands.
Marrakech, the ancestral stop on the journeys of the caravans, unveils her most intimate charms. La Sultana transforms itself like a mirage into a lavish bivouac in a desert oasis and provides contentment in the present with generosity.