Few cities leave as deep an impression on your soul as Marrakech—at least if you are prepared for the sensory overload of its bustling streets and labyrinthine alleyways. Visiting Marrakech is like stepping into the pages of an old storybook, and if it weren’t for the smartphones in the hands of locals, you might feel as though you had truly travelled back in time.

There are places you stumble upon by chance, and then there are places that quietly anchor an entire journey. For us, 1112 Marrakech was very much the latter. We visited for the first time for lunch straight after arriving in the city, still carrying the dust and excitement of travel, and almost immediately fell in love.

Marrakech isn’t a place that tiptoes into your imagination — it arrives with colour, scent, and sound, wrapped in a kind of energy that feels older than memory. We had heard so much about the city before our visit: that the medina was overwhelming, the souks chaotic, the pace relentless. And yet, when we finally arrived, it felt surprisingly manageable — busy, yes, but not the sensory storm we had prepared for.