a good kind of blues
Almost anything can be found in the medina of Marrakech, except the Jardin Majorelle.
Jardin Marjorelle – a 40-year project by Jacques Majorelle of 12 acres -whereby blue in the hue of Majorelle is on its best behavior. This blue is as if, a rich hue was dripping in an unknown place and brought out of obscurity to live among cacti, fluttering birds and trickling fountains.
One might imagine a botanical garden that came under the ownership of the famed fashion designer Yves Saint Laurent to be like his aesthetic: accessible yet elegant, inspiring and forward: it is. As I leaned up against Majorelle’s walls, stooped low to study the lines on marked pottery, peer at his paintings and his collection of Love posters, there wasn’t a better option to reflect upon it all than to have a seat in the Majorelle Café.
I walked inside to a pie slice of enchantment where berber cushions, water pouring beyond a trickle and a human swell of admiration filled the courtyard. I took a corner seat with views to the upper terrace, the middle fountain and a 360 view of other patrons whose tea was poured until the bubbles appeared near the rim and whose café left the glass like, as if, it too was on exhibition, except temporary. It is true, the coffee – nous nous was my order – will cost double the amount outside of the Jardin, however it is one of those pleasures that feels as much a field trip for cultural enrichment as it is for anthropological preservation.