You’d never imagine that the nameless wooden door and barely visible bell next to it make up the entrance to a first-class hotel from Jonathan Wix. Every detail of Le Farnatchi has been considered with guests' comfort in mind, making it one of Marrakech's most refined takes on the private courtyard-house hotel. The polished-marble hammam, handmade beds, glass dining table are the essence of modern style in ancient surroundings.
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A one-way transfer from Marrakech Menara airport to the hotel
11am, but flexible depending on subsequent guests. Shower room for late flights, luggage storage.
Double rooms from £272.21 (MAD3,400), including tax at 10 per cent.
Rates include breakfast, a one-way transfer from Marrakech Menara Airport to the riad, fez hats and djellabas.
At the hotel
Sitting rooms, roof garden, spa, hammam, free WiFi throughout. In rooms: flatscreen TV, iPod dock, CD player, underfloor heating, Molton Brown bath products.
Our favourite rooms
Suite 1 used to be where the man of the house received his wives. It has a marble sunken bath and walk-in power shower. Suite 3 has a sunken bath in black granite; the Red Suite is extremely romantic.
Framed by intricate mosaics, the 7m courtyard pool is a sparkling shade of emerald green.
Bright and airy Farnatchi Spa has two marble hammams with vaulted ceilings, restful Moroccan treatment rooms with shower facilities, and a menu of light and healthy snacks and lunches. Choose from eucalyptus-scented hammam experiences, massage treatments with essential oils, rejuvenating facials and mani-pedis. The spa uses local Ila organic products, including Argan oil.
Not a child-friendly property, owing to its open pool. One cot and baby bed available; confirm when booking.
2 Derb el Farnatchi Rue Souk el Fassis Qua’at Ben Ahid
From the UK and elsewhere in Europe, British Airways, Royal Air Maroc and EasyJet fly into Marrakech’s Menara Airport. The 20-minute transfer from the airport to the hotel is included in the room rate.
The Moroccan state railway, ONCF (www.oncf.ma), runs inexpensive – although limited – services to Marrakech from Casablanca, Fez and Tangier. Look for TCR (Train Climatisé Rapide) trains to guarantee air-conditioning in summer. You’ll find plenty of taxis waiting at the city’s charming, if slightly dilapidated, station on Avenue Hassan II.
Driving in Marrakech can be horn-filled and hectic, but if you insist, hire a car from the Avis (www.avis.com) desk at the airport. To reach the hotel, follow Avenue de la Menara to the city centre.
Worth getting out of bed for
Take a soothing dip in the courtyard pool, chill out in the rooftop lounge, or refresh with a eucalyptus-scented hammam in the spa: the hotel offers downtime with a capital ‘D’. The immensely helpful staff are happy to help you make the most of the city and can send you off on a wide range of experiences. Take a guided cycle tour through the leafy Palmeraie, or out to the Atlas Mountains, if your legs allow. Learn how to make a Berber feast with cookery lessons, trek with a professional as they regale you with local lore, or see the city by car, Vespa or horse and carriage. Raid the souq for lanterns, spices, kaftans and such; be whisked around the glorious Jardin Majorelle; and learn how to make your own scent, or practise a couple artisanal crafts: wood-turning, tadelakt pottery, Zellige mosaicking and more.
More active sorts can engage in horse rides, paragliding, zip-wiring, off-roading, quad-biking and white-water rafting – plus, take a dune buggy for a spin or try heli-skiing in season. If you’re staying as a group, ask the hotel to arrange a scavenger hunt; little Smiths can also take astronomy and music lessons, ride donkeys or play 10-pin bowling.
Palais Soleiman and Palais Gharnataboth dish out traditional Moroccan cuisine in beautiful surrounds. For dinner on the rooftop, head to the hotel's sister restaurant Le Trou au Mur, in a small riad in the oldest part of the medina. Clock the traditional clay oven – it’s where the mechoui roasts that are loved by locals and tourists alike are cooked up. Order plates of the traditional roast, the tagine of the day or Moroccan-influenced European dishes such as Berber Shepherd’s Pie.
Dr Who would feel right at home in Marrakech. Not because of his little-known penchant for pigeon pie or because he was an expert haggler. No, the reason the timelord would settle in comfortably is because of the city’s riads. These traditional medina houses are delightfully confusing, their Tardis-like layouts proving particularly beguiling to the first-time visitor.
Take the unobtrusive wooden door of Le Farnatchi, for example. After negotiating the rabbit warren of noisy, dusty alleys that lead you there, there is nothing to suggest that anything of note lies behind it, a small workshop perhaps, where men hammer decorative metal plates for sale in the souks, or maybe a bakery, now shut for the day, after the morning rush of local women carrying dough laden trays to be fired in the wood-fuelled ovens. The last thing you’d expect to find is a roomy, chic retreat with film star looks and a five star welcome.
Such is the wonder of the riad’s dimensions that Mrs Smith and I have to stifle a gasp on entering. This place is big. Impossibly so. It’s like some weird wormhole has opened in the space-time continuum to allow such an enormous area to exist behind one small wooden door. Originally created from five smaller riads as a holiday home for a well-heeled Brit, its incarnation as a high-end hotel has seen a flurry of bookings from the off.
One step inside the first of the two courtyards and it’s clear why so many people have fallen for Farnatchi’s considerable charms. Comfy cushioned seating areas surround an intricately tiled pool’ its quiet bubbling and cool embrace a welcome respite after the heat and noise of the outside streets. The second courtyard is equally tranquil, lit by Moroccan lanterns and decked out with quirky designer touches, such as an imposing dining table and chairs carved from solid rock. The white walls that surround this space are offset with wooden arches that are a masterpiece in painstaking whittling.
Morocco’s Islamic culture, explains the general manager, forbids the representation of living beings. This ultimately stems from the belief that the creation of living forms is unique to God. Islamic art and design instead focuses on lavishly decorative stone and wood carvings and tile patterns. This heavily geometric style informs much of the woodwork around Farnatchi with local artisans drafted in to replace, where necessary, original decoration with scrupulously harmonious reproductions. It’s testament to their skill that you literally cannot see the joins.
This attention to detail is everywhere. Our room, one of five suites, each with their own private lounge area, combined the best of traditional Moroccan handiwork with technological touches to make even the most avid Stuff reader happy. While Mrs Smith busied herself with checking out the various Molton Brown potions in the bathroom (three different types of shower gel, no less), I was admiring the digital movies-on-demand set-up. A tiny box sitting next to the room’s TV contained hundreds of good films and, best of all, it was a completely free service. Considering that even the classiest hotel chains expect their guests to cough up extra for this, it’s generous little touches like these which make Farnatchi feel more like a posh private home than a room for the night.
Guests also receive complimentary Moroccan robes (djelaba) and slippers (bobouches). We wasted no time in getting into our outfits and they remained the garments of choice when we were flitting around the hotel of an afternoon. Occasionally we’d spot another guest wearing the same, like we were all members of some bizarre cult – a benign cult, obviously; one with sybaritic leanings, whose worship extended to the drinking of mint tea while flicking through a magazine.
The beds are handmade, huge and covered in the softest Egyptian cotton sheets. Opulent deep red curtains keep out the bright morning light and cleverly set-up dimmer switches ensure that a smoochy couple can set up the perfect room for romance. The generously proportioned bathrooms continue the luxury theme – it’s all marble this and sunken that – while thick, fluffy white towels that you could lose a badger in complete the picture of ablution excess.
We dined that evening in the downstairs courtyard. With the flickering shadows of ornate lanterns as a backdrop, and only the occasional spine-tingling cry of the local mosque’s call to prayer as our soundtrack, it was clear that we were falling under Farnatchi’s spell. We were in good company, it seems. Hollywood hot-shots such as Scarlett Johannson, Russell Crowe and Angelina Jolie have all spent time within these 400 year-old walls and enjoyed the traditional cuisine served up by the riad’s skilled Berber cook. Preserves, pickles and pastries preceded a main course of the most melt-in-the-mouth tagines you could ever wish for. The meat version, in particular, was a masterpiece in slow cooking. Great, savoury chunks of well-hung beef had been softened and reduced until they fell off the bone. This proved to be, without a doubt, the best meal we ate during the whole trip.
The general manager was the perfect host, materialising when we had a question but never being too intrusive. When we had to change a flight, this gracious lady spent the best part of an hour on the phone to the airline sorting our booking so that we might enjoy more sunbathing time by the pool. It was also the GM who directed us towards the evening’s entertainment – drinks and dancing at the world-famous Pacha nightclub.
Further proof, if it were needed, of Marrakech’s status as a glamorous getaway is this newly opened danceteria on the outskirts of the city. The latest outpost of the famous Ibiza club is its most impressive to date, with a swimming pool, two fabulous restaurants and a well-designed dance floor featuring some of the world’s top DJs. For a taste of international hedonism at its best, this place is hard to beat. After giggling our way through a slightly dodgy covers band in the bar, we hit the dance floor where the sight of two slightly jerky 30-somethings fuelled on Mojitos caused not a ripple of surprise among the accepting and stylish Marrakechi crowd.
The return to our hotel-cum-Tardis was like time travel itself, leaving the modern world of house music and strobe lights to be led back to our hotel by a friendly local. Left, right, left, right, down ever smaller alleyways deep in the ancient medina until we came to that blink-and-you’ll-miss-it door. Marrakech’s appeal is that you could be in any century or any time in the last 500 years. Le Farnatchi’s appeal is that the time you spend there you will treasure forever.
Whenever you book a stay at a Smith hotel or villa, we’ll invite you to review it when you get back. Read what other Smith members had to say in Le Farnatchi’s Guestbook below.
We recently stayed at Riad Farnatchi as part of my husband's 60th birthday celebrations. It was an absolutely super stay - a fabulous suite with its own rooftop terrace, where we ate the delicious Moroccan breakfast each morning. It is a lovely oasis of calm amid the madness of Marrakech, where nothing is too much trouble for the attentive, yet extremely discreet staff. We will be back!
Stayed on 23 May 2019
Great service, very attentive staff, good food.
Stayed on 30 Dec 2018
The 400-year-old house, how beautiful the riad was set up, the old furniture and stone carved walls in the dining room. Our beautiful rooms. The helpful and kind staff. The location of the riad is in the old part of the medina were people live and work, so different from the souk. The small streets, donkeys, etc… this part of the medina should not be missed when visiting Marrakech. I am very happy we did choose the Riad Farnatchi for the stay in the city!