I became nostalgic when the talk turned to Yves Saint Laurent’s garden in Marrakech, Morocco and the familiar scenes of Egyptian blue doors, pillars and window trim, drooping green tree leaves, tiled pools and walkways winding through the garden.
I remember taking a bus and getting lost on my way to the garden, but finding it just a bit before it closed. It was one place I’d like to see again, but there it was in front of me this evening, so I feel satisfied.
I’m posting a photo of part of the garden when I was there.
Yves saint laurent marrakech garden