At the gates of heaven, where the peaks of the High Atlas the clouds, the Ksar Ighnda is hidden between the silver olive and almond trees and the scents of the gardens. It's a timeless place, a sanctuary of silence where the mountain where the mountain breathes and invites you to slow down.

The ochre earth walls keep the morning cool. In the garden, the water sings softly in the fountain, the garden flowers sway in the breeze bend in the breeze, and in the pond or at the bottom of the waterfall, frogs frogs greet you as you pass. Here, every stone seems to carry an ancient every breath of air whispers a call to return to oneself.

At sunrise, the golden light caresses the peaks and awakens the soul. The day begins with a muscular wake-up session and a 'miracle morning' sports ritual. morning ritual, with the body stretching to the rhythm of the wind. Then comes a fragrant herbal tea and a sweetly flavoured breakfast, prepared with fruit and mountain honey.

The paths then open up for walking. Step by step step by step, visiting kasbahs steeped in history and discovering Berber Berber traditions. Each step lightens, each breath purifies.
In the afternoon, the hammam releases its fragrant fumes. The skin regenerates, the body and the mind soothes. Time fades away, giving way to a gentle inner clarity.

In the evening, the terraces light up. The sky, vast and pure fills with stars. We share a light meal - a vegetable tagine, a fragrant soup verbena tea - in the discreet warmth of the Moroccan night. Moroccan night.
And as the mountain falls asleep, you can feel the peace settling in, deep, benevolent, almost eternal.

This trip isn't just about travelling.
This is a renaissancea return to breath, to simplicity, to the essential. the essential.