jardin majorelle blue
There’s a blue in Marrakech that doesn’t exist anywhere else. It’s the blue of walls, fountains, and shadows, the colour of still air before dusk. At the Jardin Majorelle, this blue swallows the heat of the city. Cacti stand like sculptures, palm fronds cut patterns against the sky. Yves Saint Laurent called it his refuge. To me, it felt like stepping inside a memory painted in blue.

