Words and photos by Nicole Servinis
TRAVELLIFE.CA FALL 2025
Each Moroccan city I visited had its own distinct colours. Casablanca, the white city, gave us the Hassan II Mosque, glowing golden at sunset as the call to prayer filled the air. Marrakech, the red city, was bold and alive. At Jardin Majorelle, I stood
before walls painted in “Majorelle blue,” a striking shade of cobalt. Surrounded by exotic plants from five continents, it felt like I’d stepped into a painting. The gardens are named for Jacques Majorelle, the French artist who created them (and that now-iconic shade of blue). Essaouira, the
breezy blue-and-white coastal town, is where the sea air touches everything and the UNESCO-listed medina is filled with history along with artisan quarters alive with crafts passed down through
generations
Each Moroccan city I visited had its own distinct colours. Casablanca, the white city, gave us the Hassan II Mosque, glowing golden at sunset as the call to prayer filled the air. Marrakech, the red city, was bold and alive.
At Jardin Majorelle, I stood before walls painted in “Majorelle blue,” a striking shade of cobalt. Surrounded by exotic plants from five continents, it felt like I’d stepped into a painting. The gardens are named for Jacques Majorelle, the French artist who created them (and that now-iconic shade of blue). Essaouira, the breezy blue-and-white coastal town, is where the sea air touches everything and the UNESCO-listed medina is filled with history along with artisan quarters alive with crafts passed down through generations
If travel is usually a puzzle of logistics, Nezik made it
feel like a seamless dream. From private transfers
to handpicked riads, everything was effortless. She
tailored the trip exactly to our rhythm, whether we
wanted to dive into the energy of the medina or slow
down with a quiet mint tea. The riads she chose were
destinations in themselves. From the outside, they
were discreet; almost unassuming. But walk through
the doors and you’re transported: mosaic-tiled
courtyards, vibrant colours, the sweet swirl of incense. It was like stepping into a hidden jewel box where every detail whispered Morocco’s story.
If travel is usually a puzzle of logistics, Nezik made it
feel like a seamless dream. From private transfers to handpicked riads, everything was effortless. She
tailored the trip exactly to our rhythm, whether we wanted to dive into the energy of the medina or slow
down with a quiet mint tea. The riads she chose were destinations in themselves. From the outside, they
were discreet; almost unassuming. But walk through the doors and you’re transported: mosaic-tiled
courtyards, vibrant colours, the sweet swirl of incense. It was like stepping into a hidden jewel box where every detail whispered Morocco’s story.
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— Nicole Servinis —
— Nicole Servinis —
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