1–8 February 2027 · Seven Nights
Marrakesh from a riad of your own, the High Atlas and its Berber villages, the gardens and the makers — then the Atlantic and Casablanca. Adventure and luxury, in equal measure, with Jane on the ground.
We keep it to six guests, total. Five nights are yours in a restored riad in the heart of the Marrakesh medina — tilework and lantern light, a courtyard, a rooftop over the old city — hosted by Jane, who has made Morocco her own and holds every thread of it: the drivers, the tables, the makers, the doors that don't open for everyone.
And we do the real things. The medina and its souks. A day up into the High Atlas to the Berber villages, snow on the peaks above you. The gardens Yves Saint Laurent saved, the makers Jane keeps to herself, and an evening at the stove with a Marrakesh cook — the tagine you'll sit down to is one you made. Then a last, slow day in the riad: the hammam, henna if you like it, one more dinner around the table. Mountains and medina, gardens and rest — the Red City from every side.
Early February is Morocco at its clearest — mild and sunny, the almond blossom starting, the medina in full daytime swing, and the whole week falling before Ramadan. Then west to the Atlantic: two nights in Casablanca and the vast Hassan II Mosque rising straight out of the sea, before you fly home.
The riad is your basecamp — Jane's own home, not a hotel lobby — where each day begins with coffee on the roof and ends with everyone back around one table. This is how Pas Perdu travels: with friends, in trusted spaces, with trusted people. Adventure and luxury, for the curious. Let Jane and the road show you.
Marrakesh at the heart of it — the medina, the mountains, the gardens — then the road to the Atlantic. Every day is real. Click any day to open it.
Into Marrakesh and through the medina to the riad — a courtyard of tile and citrus, your own room off it, mint tea on the roof as the light goes. Jane gathers you for a first dinner in the courtyard, and the old city hums on the other side of the wall. Arrival day stays gentle.
The old city on foot with Jane's people — Jemaa el-Fnaa, the souks by trade (dyers, coppersmiths, leather), the Koutoubia, the Bahia Palace and the Ben Youssef madrasa. A long Moroccan lunch, and — if you like — a proper hammam, the same rite that closes your Andalucía week, at its Moroccan source.
The Jardin Majorelle and the Yves Saint Laurent museum, the quieter Secret Garden, and the workshops Jane keeps to herself — a weaver, a ceramicist, a spice merchant who actually knows his trade. This evening, a cooking class: you make your own tagine, then sit down together to the meal you've cooked.
Up into the High Atlas — the switchback roads, the snow on the peaks, the Ourika valley. A Berber village, a home lunch of tagine and bread from the oven, tea poured from a height, and the long views back down the mountains. The mountains half of Morocco.
Your last day in the Red City, and a gentle one by design. A relaxing morning in the riad, then the hammam — the long steam and scrub that leaves you clean and new. Henna, a massage, or time to find a real souvenir can all be arranged today. In the evening, a final dinner together in the courtyard, before we leave for Casablanca in the morning.
West to the Atlantic — the fast road (or the train) to Casablanca, Morocco's great working port and its Art Deco heart. The corniche, a drink where Casablanca is winked at, the sea air after the mountains. A different Morocco to close on.
The Hassan II Mosque — one of the largest on earth, its minaret over the Atlantic, and one of the very few you may enter as a visitor: a timed tour of a breathtaking interior, the ocean beneath the glass floor. The Habous quarter, the old medina, and a final grand dinner together before you scatter home.
Home from Casablanca (CMN), Morocco's main hub, with the easiest long-haul connections back to the US and Europe. You leave as Ramadan begins — a gracious moment to go — carrying the medina, the mountains and the sea with you.
Jane has made Morocco her home and her craft — the riad, the drivers, the tables, the makers, the doors that open for a friend and no one else. She hosts on the ground; we bring you to her. Between us, the whole of Marrakesh.
A restored courtyard house in the heart of the old city — tilework, lantern light, a room of your own and a rooftop over Marrakesh. Where every day begins with coffee in the sun and ends with everyone back around one table.
A slow morning in the riad, then the hammam — the old rite of steam and scrub that leaves you clean and new. Henna, a massage, or time to find a real souvenir can be arranged, and a final dinner together in the courtyard before the road to Casablanca.
The riad gives every solo traveller their own room off the courtyard. Come on your own for the adventure — you'll leave among friends, which is rather the point.
The week is built for a mix — solos and couples, six in all. Tell us who's travelling with you and we'll be in touch personally with the details.
Your Pas Perdu concierge — the character of Marrakesh, the flow of the days, the riad, the gardens, the mosque. Ask him anything about the week. English, français, español — and a little Darija and Tamazight, the tongue of the free people.
A curated, six-guest week — by application, not checkout, so we can hold it small and hold it well. Tell us who you are and we'll be in touch.