How to make Red Lobster Biscuits – almost

Though I have eaten them just once, the aaah moment of discovering Red Lobster biscuits remain in this foodie memory. Copycat recipes are all over the net. I thought I would try DamnDelicious ‘s recipe (uses sugar in her version and melts the butter – avoid).  But other experts (Natashaneagle) urge you to use really cold butter bits and the crumbing method to get flakier biscuits. As usual, I combined two recipes and then gave it the Nomad Nri touch. Substitute, substitute, substitute with what your larder reveals 🙂

So instead of kosher salt, I used coarse crystal sea salt. Added a spoon of chilli flakes. Finely chopped fresh coriander and mint instead of dried parsley for the topping. Above all, I had leftover garlic paste from an Iftar street foodie raid at the local Al Reef  Bakery. So used that aromatic yumminess (instead of garlic powder in the original recipe) and blended it well into Laban-up (UAE’s  favourite buttermilk)..  Heaven can wait…


Red Lobster biscuits - the dough
Red Lobster biscuits – the dough

So mix well(after preheating oven to 450)

2 cups all-purpose flour
1 tablespoon baking powder
1/2 teaspoon sea salt powdered
1 Tbs chilli flakes

Use two knives and work 1/2 cup of roughly cubed butter into the flour mix till it gets crumbly (bits of cold butter left intact make yummy biscuits – so dont overdo mixing).  Add 1 cup grated cheddar cheese and toss till cheese gets coated with flour. Pour blended 1 cup buttermilk (Laban-Up) and 2 teaspoons garlic paste  (Al Reef Bakery or Union Coop) into the flour and cheese mix and mix only for a minute.  Drop mix on a baking sheet 1 inch apart.

Bake for 15 to 20 minutes – by now your kids will emerge from their Friday slumber with the aromatic garlic fragrances wafting through your air-conditioning vents. When the biscuits turn golden brown, take them out and put a generous topping of this blended mix  —
3 tablespoons unsalted butter, melted
1 tablespoon finely chopped fresh coriander and mint leaves
1 large dollop of garlic butter


Red Lobster biscuits - copycat final

Eat the cheesy-garlicky yumminess asap as they taste divine when warm. What would I do different next time? Maybe blend the coriander and mint into the dough and not as topping. Take it out at exactly 20 minutes and then put the topping. My biscuits were mildly crunchy and slightly browned at the base (multi-tasking Mom brushed butter on the foil and took it out at 25 minutes).. Needless to say, my daughter loved them..  Asked if she could take it to a friend’s home… Joyyyyy!!!



Sinful Beetroot Chocolate Coffee Ganache Cake with olive oil (butter free)

My daughter loves red velvet cake but I hate food colouring. I discovered this recipe and had beetroots in my kitchen. Hate vegetables but liked the idea of sheep disguised in wolf’s clothing for a change. Note – chop beetroots and mince in food processor. Squeeze out all the juice by hand (drink it asap) so that the beetroot is dry and does not sink to the base of your cake pan.

But as usual, one ingredient was missing – corn oil and the fridge yielded a small lump of butter. Too lazy to call the grocery (a hidden luxury in Dubai) who also delivers very late, I tried the net for a substitute to both.

Beetroot Chocolate cake with chocolate coffee ganache
Beetroot Chocolate cake with chocolate coffee ganache

Voila. The joy of discovering that olive oil is a good substitute and actually enhances the taste of cocoa!!!! Yet scary – what if I had a disaster cake tasting like a Med salad? Decided to take the plunge..

The cake turned out well –dense and dark – around 50 minutes at 180. But check around 40 minutes for doneness since fruit cakes start to burn suddenly.  Very healthy cake.. Now for the sinful part..

Shameless promo – I love my own icings; seconded by anyone lucky enough to eat my cakes whenever I make one in two months…

Then again, I was short of Galaxy dark chocolate – had two bars. So I substituted the other two with three bars of Galaxy smooth milk chocolate and a teaspoon of coffee (Nescafe Gold) beaten into the icing during the whipping stage. Took off the brown sugar since I wanted a pouring type of ganache..

Packed a huge chunk for my friend who dropped in for dinner (warned her not to tell her family of new ingredients for a reality check). She said that her brother (one of my biggest cake fans) asked for more. Likewise with the rest…Now go and eat your beets…..

The Flying Feteer show – Street food, Dubai

Despite living in Dubai for so many years, I had yet to experience the melt-in-your-mouth cheese and honey feteer from Al Ammor, Deira. My foodie forays had uncovered many hidden gems in Dubai in the last 19 years, especially, during Ramadan and Iftar time. A true foodie knows that if you want to really understand the real character of a city, then you have to try out its street food or the smaller restaurants and bakeries. Where the reputation is built up by word of mouth. Not exotic ads.

So one day, the famed Arva Ahmed of the Frying Pan Food Adventures (food tour guide par excellence) asked us to come to Deira. The bakers entranced me with the way they swirled and stretched the feteer, filled, folded and threw the bread into a 24/7 ready oven. A year later, after a short intensive course in filmmaking, I decided to capture the essence of the feteer process as my first short. I went back and spent some days with my Canon 60D…

The taste? Layers of flaky hot bread and melting cheese melding with the honey in your mouth. The dusting sugar leaves a sticky, powdery trail on your shirt and jeans. Who cares? Despite a choice of fillings, the cheese and honey remains my favourite..

Every story has to start with a once upon a time. Here goes. An ex-lightman with the RTA television channel in Egypt, Zayed Shouki came to Dubai to seek his fortune many years ago and started as a humble baker making feteer at the then famed Al Fanoos Khaimah near World Trade Centre. His salary? Dh 1,200 per month. It was his dream to start his own business. Circa 2001, he finally saved up money and started the first Al Ammor in Hor Al Anz (Deira). It nestles outside the left facade of a mosque. “He is a very humble person who dresses like his staff, might still clean tables and will take orders. His staff adores him because he lets them eat anything they want at work. He is also known to distribute free food to staff from neighbouring shops while Dubai Municipality sweepers can take free water or soft drinks from his bakeries,” said Mr Najja, who runs the Al Ammour in Karama. Today there are seven outlets in Dubai, Sharjah and Ajman. Goodness pays.

Any secret recipe? “The dough is the usual mix of flour and water. But before I start kneading, I mix some salt and sugar in the water (but never use yeast). The dough is left to rise for 15 to 20 minutes,” said Fathy Afeefi, one of the bakers in Karama. “I learned the basics from my older brother in Egypt. But I perfected the art of making feteer after coming to Dubai and working with Mr Shouki.” He has been in the profession for 14 years.

Prices? A mouthwatering cheese and honey feteer costs around Dh 15 and can be eaten by up to three people. The meshaltet, an Egyptian family favourite is either Dh 25 or Dh 50 depending on the size. In ancient Egypt, it was known as Feteer Maltoot and offered to the gods. Can see why.

Top five ‘to do’ list – Singapore travel guide

Traveling to Singapore? My top five ‘to do’ list covers stay, food, shopping and sight-seeing. If you have the budget, chose from the hotels around the Marina Bay. I booked the Ritz Carlton Millenia through Tripadvisor. My daughter and I were spoiled silly by their gracious hospitality and stunning room views.

The stunning night views - Ritz Carlton Millenia
The stunning night views – Ritz Carlton Millenia

Next – eat. Start with an ice kachang at the Makansutra Gluttons Bay, next to the famed Esplanade Theatre.  Three – explore. Visit the unusual Gardens by Bay in the vicinity. Four – check out Bugis Junction and Little India for budget shopping. Throw in Haji Street for a whiff of the unusual. Five – go for a drink and dinner at the hip Ang Siang Hill (close to China Town) as an alternate to a night at Clarke Quay.

You could do more. But hey, take it easy. Stop to savor the sunsets or the occasional rain that drenches you without warning.


How to get there

While Emirates does a direct flight, a friend told me that if I could handle a Colombo stopover, then Sri Lankan Airlines was the best alternate. A business class ticket costs Dh 2900+ from and to Dubai. Getting a visa to Singapore was a breeze.

History was in the making when I left. The televisions at the airport showed Argentinan Cardinal Jorge Mario Bergoglio, archbishop of Buenos Aires, stepping onto the balcony as the new pope and waving to the masses at St Peter’s Square in Italy. Sri Lankan Airlines employs some of the warmest flying and ground staff I have met in eons. The menu is excellent (try the curry bread), the hostesses are genuinely warm and I slept well.

Time flew at Colombo airport – I was determined to finish an article and email it before reaching Singapore. But on my way back, I realized that business class passengers get a free 15 minute Ayurvedic massage session using Siddhalepa products at the tiny spa room (hidden in a corner). I enjoyed a free neck massage but paid for the relaxing thirty minutes foot massage.  A must after all that walking around Singapore.

What to eat

The elusive fruity aroma wafted around my nostrils and would linger in my soul for the next few days of leaving Singapore. My first exposure to durian was in the form of a scoop of the yellow fruit sitting atop an ice kachang (a Malay dessert made of coloured and flavoured ice shavings, chendol, kidney beans and such). My foodie daughter who studies in Singapore said that I simply could not leave the country without trying an ice kachang; a great way to beat the heat and humidity in the country and akin to the Indian gola, which has less frills.

Ice kachang - durian atop

Needless to say, I fell in love with the durian and wanted more. My daughter also pointedly added that it was this very ‘enigmatic’ smell that made it a banned item on the MRT; like fresh fish on the Dubai Metro. We picked up the kachang and a chicken murtabak (a panfried stuffed pancake) from Makansutra by the Bay, which is a bustling foodie street outside the famed Esplanade Theatre. The place was packed to the gills with people wolfing down food as fast as they were served.

Singapore is foodie haven and I suspect that eating out is one of the national pastimes. During my stay, I ate a mind-blowing peanutty Sichuan style pork wanton noodle soup at the Crystal Jade restaurant in Bugis, a mean prawn Laksa with quail eggs whipped up for me by the chef at the Ritz Carlton, a deliciously chilled thai lod chong (green chendol in cold coconut milk and crushed ice with water chestnuts) at the Thai Express branch in the olde worlde Siglap residential area and a melt-in-the mouth moist paella at Los Primos, a tapas bar at Ang Siang.

What to see  

Start or end with the Gardens by Bay. If possible by night – though I did it by day. Apparently weekends are sheer madness in terms of visitors.  The project features conservatories but it is the Supertrees that take your breath away. “We knew that they had to be large, from the opening of the project, to counterbalance the impact of the conservatories and also to register in the local urban setting dominated by 200m high towers,” said Andrew Grant at Grant Associates, a UK-based landscape architecture consultancy when I interviewed him last year. “We could never achieve this using transplanted tree material and decided to develop an abstracted, artificial tree of a scale that would dominate the heart of the gardens.” It does. I was a bit awed, especially, when I went up the lift to the Supertree walkway (not recommended for those who do not have a head for heights).

Supertrees - Gardens By Bay
Supertrees – Gardens By Bay

If you are an art lover, it might stun you to know that the Ritz-Carlton, Millenia Singapore has one of the finest corporate modern art collections in Singapore and Southeast Asia, comprising  4,200 pieces. Valued at about S$5 million, 90 percent of the works were specially commissioned for the hotel including approximately 350 major, “museum quality” pieces. The collection includes David Hockney, Henry Moore, Andy Warhol and Sam Francis as well as artists such as Dale Chihuly. The lazy ones can take a self-guided podcast art tour. Ask the concierge.

I did not go up the Singapore Flyer; also in the Marina Bay area. But it is worthwhile to explore the restaurants around the entrance. Or pre-book and join a foodie tour, which was in full swing as we walked around the area.  I preferred the impromptu version of a city tour led by my daughter over the guided ones.

We visited the LASALLE College of Art, near Bugis Junction, which was hosting an interesting exhibition – ‘Linking cities, designing experiences.’ I enjoyed the brilliant work, which was the outcome of a collaborative project between LASALLE and South Korea’s Sangmyung University; the aim was to offer an insight to unique visual narratives of the cityscapes of Singapore and Seoul.

An exhibition at LASALLE College of Art
An exhibition at LASALLE College of Art

Shop till you drop

Shopaholics will go crazy at Bugis Junction, the largest covered street shopping location in Singapore. Bags, shoes, clothes, vintage styled new t-shirts (read Audrey Hepburn themed) are packed cheek to jowl for the budget conscious shopper. Bargain to one-thirds of the price but do check zips and insides of bags. I brought a beautiful bag for SD20 but the decorative studs popped off in a day.

Shopping galore at Bugis Street
Shopping galore at Bugis Street

For the unusual, walk down Haji Street, which is a ten minutes walk from Bugis. You would find the same clothes at Bugis for less. But the unusual interiors of every store are worth a dekko – each one tries to outdo the other. Only suggested if you are fit to climb wooden stairs. Arab Street is so so.

Haji Street
Haji Street
Little India
Little India

If you have time and love unusual stationery, go to 313 Somerset Mall on Orchard Road and visit Typo on Level 1 – the mix includes retro Paris-themed items that can double up as show pieces. I bought an abstract metal tree with two birds on different branches. An empty cage hangs on a lower branch. Go figure.

Little India is a great place to pick up some unusual souvenirs for friends. I found some miniature chilli wall hangings. Get a quick henna tattoo for five dollars or less at Jayaram’s Creations. While we got our hands done, the skies started to pour. The weather in Singapore is very unpredictable. It can go from broody sky to bright sunshine to balmy breeze to hot and sticky within hours.

A gaggle of Chinese kids on a school trip suddenly materialized into the arcade. The teacher with a megaphone and the guide tried to channel them into some semblance of order. They finally gave up and allowed them ten minutes off to get a henna tattoo.

Henna cuts borders
Henna cuts borders

Talking of which, if you have to get your hair done, do visit the Team Salon at Siglap. Jean Tong, the gracious Creative Director is a truly enlightened soul who patiently guides you through the aromatherapy treatments based on your personality and connects from the heart with every client. The hair washes are transformative experiences where your scalp is massaged so gently that you may fall asleep. A rarity.

Where’s the party

The whole world talks about Clarke Quay. An old college friend asked us to take a cab and come over instead to Ang Siang in Chinatown for dinner. I was meeting him after 20 odd years. The Sikh cab driver who was third generation Singaporean said that Jaggis Parathas was the place to try some authentic dhaba kind food.

My friend walked us around the buzzing streets, which were akin to my memories of a walk down Mayfair street in London (many years ago). Office-goers, still in their formals, sipping sundowners and spilling out into the sidewalks. Bursts of relaxed laughter and chatter that preludes the joy of a weekend ahead. Once called Qing Shan Ting, today, Ang Siang features elegantly restored shophouses. Hunger pangs stopped the forays.

We chose to eat at Los Primos. Both the food and service are excellent. Despite the calamari and other starters, we shamelessly scraped the bottom of the paella dish for the last of the delicious rice laden with succulent prawns, calamari and mussels.

Maybe the best paella in town? Los Primos, Ang Siang

After dinner, we walked down to look at the rest of Chinatown. Closed for business! But I stumbled upon the Chinese Opera Teahouse and decided to save that visit, among other to-do-lists, for the next trip. What lah!

The Chinese Opera Tea House, Singapore
The Chinese Opera Tea House, Singapore

A photo-poetic journey of Sikka Art Fair, Bastakiya, Dubai 2013

When the Nomad Urbanista decided to take a walk … for the rest of the photo poem

Street art reaches out to the soul - the beautiful Bastakiya area, Bur Dubai, Dubai, UAE
Street art reaches out to the soul – the beautiful Bastakiya area, Bur Dubai, Dubai, UAE

Financier cake with salted caramel icing

Parisian pastry chef Lasne will turn in his grave. Yesterday, I decided to recreate his financier and investigate on how to make a full-fledged cake. But that is not the issue. My recipe tells you how to add a sinful caramel frosting that will leave you licking the icing and crumbs on your fingers.. If you think it is undignified, then do.

Sinful Caramel iced Financier cake

In 1890, Lasne decided to restore the famous cake of the nuns of the Visitation Order ( Since most of his clients were gentlemen from the Paris Stock Exchange, he decided to create an almond cake, which could be eaten without dirtying the fingers – for regular customers visiting his shop on the rue de Bourdaloue.. Technically, my recipe will give you ‘cleaned fingers’. Sorry Lasne..

After intense research, I adapted the financier recipe ( You can see that I was too lazy with stepping out for raspberries and that her cakes are brilliant – but sadly, I am not interested in small cakes. I like a large slice of cake with icing for tea and to silence beloved friends into helplessness.

After lot of search, the caramel frosting was adapted ( by using brown sugar since I never buy white.. Frankly, I looked at many images of icing but was not convinced by the method. This site had no pictures but seemed to be one of those old-fashioned recipes – of which, I am a huge fan after eaten many cakes that look great but taste of air or nothingness..

1 and half cup brown sugar (I powdered one cup brown sugar with 1 tsp vanilla)
1 and 1/4 cup ground almonds (ground with little sugar as recommended by the blog and 1 tsp vanilla)
1 cup flour
5 tbs honey
A little over 1/2 tspn baking powder
180g unsalted butter (visually divide your 250 gm Lurpak and cut it folks)
6 egg whites (the leftover egg yolks can be thrown into a makhani base in the evening and boiled for 7 minutes)

How to
Preheat your oven to 180°C. Butter two baking tins.
First make the “beurre noisette” (or burnt butter). Melt butter in a thick-bottomed pan and let it boil slowly till it takes on a golden brown hue and the kitchen is filled with a fragrant and buttery, nutty smell. Leave to cool.
Next, take out your food processor bowl. Add sugar, ground almonds, flour and the baking powder and stir. Pour the cooled butter and mix. Add honey and egg whites and blend till smooth. Pour batter into two tins and bake for 20 minutes. Do check in between for doneness since this cake has a tendency to go from brown to burn in a very short span. Mine was browned as you can see in pixs below. Cool.

Cool the financier cake

Caramel icing ingredients

1/4 cup brown sugar
2 tbs water
1/4 cup fresh cream (I used Nestle)
1 tsp vanilla powder
8 tbs butter (room temperature)
1 tsp of sea salt
1 cup powdered brown sugar mixed with 1 tsp of cocoa powder

How to make caramel icing

Mix sugar and water in a pan and heat on low flame. Let it cook without stirring till mix turns dark amber – around 7 minutes. Remove from pan and quickly add cream and vanilla else caramel will harden. Stir till smooth and leave for 30 minutes, said the recipe. I did.
Then add butter and salt and blend till smooth for another 3 minutes and add sugar. Since I had caramel bits, I melted the caramel using the double boiler method (icing bowl over a small saucepan of boiling water) and then placed the icing in the fridge to thicken (maybe half an hour). Hang the laundry, chat to a friend and be patient..

Frost the first cake with the icing. Then place the second one on top and pour the caramel all over the cake and smoothen with a knife.. Not perfect to look at but an absolutely melt-in-the mouth caramelly and moist, almondy experience. This cake tastes better the next day.

The Marrakech Diaries : a travel guide

As the waiter removed the lid with a flourish, he unveiled a platter of tender and semi-browned delicately spiced chicken tagine, which was deftly carved up into seven portions and simply melted in the mouth. We ate till we could not ingest a sliver more..

Dar Yacout’s delectable chicken tagine, Marrakech

The Dar Yacout restaurant is a foodie’s delight and claims to be the last frontier for authentic local cuisine in Marrakech. The Moroccan mezze included innumerable salads as starters – including a sweet tomato puree, which serves as a sharp contrast to the crisp raw vegetables. My favourite was the chopped liver with a hint of tomato gravy – great when mopped up with the fresh bread. However, the lamb tagine had a very overpowering smell and I had to pass.
The must-have from the dessert menu – Pastilla au lait et amandes (sheets of filo pastry alternating with a sweet milky sauce and almonds), a crunchy and light dessert that is a fitting end to the evening – I shamelessly showered myself with flakes of pastry as I bit into a new layer.
The musicians sang a traditional and endless mix of old Berber, Lebanese and Egyptian songs in the background – my Arab friends at the dinner translated the songs that spoke of love – stories of the beloved, of pining, of the unrequited.. When they were not singing along with the musicians.. It was drizzling off and on but no one complained. Our last night in Marrakech seemed intertwined in some kind of magic and mint tea.

Four days ago, I had set the alarm for 4 am. After the endless check of switches, passport and keys, I walked bleary-eyed into the airport – the flight leaves at 7.30 am from Dubai. We flew Emirates to Casablanca – a long eight hours of sleep, movies, food and more sleep. In February, the airline replaced the Airbus A340-500 for the bigger aircraft Boeing 777-300 to Morocco. Being a movie buff, I managed to catch two captivating Malayalam films – Arjunan Saakshi (a thriller) and City of God, another brilliant and dark thriller, which uses the hyperlink cinema format to reveal the intricate intermingling of different lives. As the flight descended into Casablanca, one could see endless stretches of mountains and farms creating beautiful patterns of brown and green landscape. The photographs were taken by Moi with my favourite Nikon D60 and new Nokia 808 (worth the price for great pixs and videos on the go).

The airport has a 70s feel and the two hour drive to Marrakech was pretty uneventful – long stretches of farmland, small huts, horses, two-storied buildings, donkeys and erratic heaps of tires but a very smooth highway. And brilliant sunshine minus the humidity one is so used to in other hot climates. While Casablanca is known as the Blue City, Marrakech, which was founded in 1070 by Youssef Ben Tachfine, the chief of the Almoravides dynasty, is known as the Red City.
Palais Namaskar marks the Oetker Collection’s first hotel in Africa and is located on an offbeat road in Marrakech between the Atlas Mountains and Djebilet Hills. The first glimpse of the hotel was a surprise – orange trees growing around the walls. A long walkway through a fragrant archway leads you to a serendipitous moment – a delicate balance of water and walkways leading to villas and palaces amidst a tranquil Balinese inspired landscaping. The owner, Philippe Soulier, along with the French-Algerian designer Imaad Rahmouni, set out to create a destination based on Feng Shui philosophy – to make it as close to nature as possible.

Palais Namaskar, Marrakech – the walkway to the villas

It is a success based on firsthand experience. Over the next four days, I did not switch on the television (even as background noise).

The Palais Namaskar grounds, Marrakech

Most of my free time in the villa was actually spent sitting outdoors and gazing at the stars – including a 5 am session with a steaming cup of tea. Look for the free yoga mat in the cupboards – it is a pleasure to do Suryanamaskar outdoors at 6 am when the water sprinklers come on and birdsong fills the air.

View from my bedroom, Palais Namaskar, Marrakech

No matter how you travel, each hotel is like the woman Elvis is singing about in Moody Blues “When Monday comes, she’s Tuesday, when Tuesday comes, she’s Wednesday…”  What won my heart was the service – an attendant walked you through the entire villa and explained the angle to insert the key, the location of every light switch and button (with the name next to it). A rarity in most hotels – normally, you are expected to  stumble your way through geeky gadgetry and then the reception sounds condescending when you call after managing to soak your self with the overhead shower instead of the spray.

Language can get a bit of a barrier – French and Arabic win over English in Morocco. But sign language works and one can always call the reception.

Places to visit
Marrakech is exotic, quirky and at times exasperating – but the highs are so delightful that one forgets the rest. The heat is deceptive – so use a hat or long scarf and don’t forget to drink water as you go. Wear loose and comfortable clothing, slip on a sturdy pair of walking shoes, carry a backpack to dump your finds and leave your hands free to take pictures. Don’t forget to pick a bottle of cold-pressed argan oil – Morocco’s beauty secret. Everything is more expensive at the airport – so look, bargain and pick up when you see a must-have.
Gueliz : an interesting place for picking up odd antiques, jewellery, leather and clothes. Go into the inner lanes, which have shops saying “solde” (“Sale’ to the uninitiated). Lunch at the Café de la poste, an olde-worlde restaurant that serves a great citrusy and tangy beef tagine – the taste still lingers.. The restaurant is behind the main Gueliz post office and the interiors features old fans, palms and a movie-like feel.

Reading till the next shoe shine – Gueliz, Marrakech

Djemaa El Fna: The square and the surrounding souq is a must-see. Be prepared to give up three hours of your life exploring the lanes and inner lanes and running into sing-song guides and confused tourist groups – just like yours. Anytime post 3 pm will be ideal to visit this famed souk, which sells beautiful and unique leather bags, jewellery, Moroccan tea-pots (the heavier, the better), mirrors, the famed babouche slippers, decorative locks and trinkets..

Djemaa El Fna souk walkways, Marrakech

Start with 2/5th of the price quoted by the shopkeeper and be prepared for continuous rounds of bargaining. This includes walking away, being called back to show you the difference between the real and the fake piece, exasperation at your stubbornness – it is all a game that both the shopper and the shopkeeper must enjoy with laughs and mock dismay. I have good practice in this game having grown up in Mumbai.

Try some sweets – Djemaa El Fna souk, Marrakech

Warnings – if you take pictures with the traditional dancers, snake charmers and such exotica, be prepared to pay them for giving you the honour to just stand next to them.. It can get ugly. By evenings, the souk turns into a bustling market place, which also translates as being roughed around by rival guides and food stalls. An ex-colleague told me that the solution lies in shopping and then parking at the first floor of a restaurant around the square before twilight – so that one can enjoy the sights from a distance.

Djemaa El Fna souk dancers – they will ask for money if photographed, Marrakech

Jardin Majorelle  in Guéliz. Yves Saint Laurent’s electric blue Art Deco estate is another must-visit. It was designed by the expatriate French artist Jacques Majorelle in the 1920s. The special shade of bold cobalt blue, which he used extensively in the garden and its buildings is named after him, bleu Majorelle—Majorelle Blue. If you look close, the bamboo trees have been vandalised by grafitti from sharp objects – the “A loves B” kinds or just names of people who wished to immortalise themselves. On bamboo!

Jardin Majorelle, Marrakech – true cobalt blue

Yahya Gallery – featuring the work of Yahya Rouach, the famed metal designer, who moved to Marrakech in 2002. Declared unfit for art school, he has also worked as a martial art instructor in his other avatars. “It was a case of the first will finish last and the last first,” he said as we walked around the gallery. He also been commissioned to work on some of the leading hotels in the world, including the Royal Mansour in Marrakech and currently working on a collection of 25 handmade pieces with artist Mehdi Qotbi, which will be exhibited in Paris at ‘Institut du Monde Arabe’ in April & May 2013. He is looking at options to set up galleries in Dubai, Doha, Riyadh, and other cities in KSA, Europe & Asia but in no particular order he said.

Yahya Rouach’s Gallery, Marrakech

La Mamounia Hotel – Go, if only for a drink. The hotel, which opened in 1923 and had a major facelift in 2009, features dark, opulent Moroccan interiors with Art Deco touches that take you back to another world.
Comptoir – The first lounge restaurant in Marrakech located at Hivernaget features a spectacular show at 10.30 pm – the lights dim and a bevy of belly dancers come down the grand staircase and dance around tables to an accompaniment of music, drums and loud ululations. The food is not much to write home about though.. Despite other me-toos in Marrakech, it remains on the must-visit list.

The last night in Morocco was filled with showers and the heady fragrance of freshly soaked earth. The candle-lit lanterns and the arches were reflected in the water – on the hotel walkway and made me feel like I was walking in a beautiful, never ending illusion.

I woke up at 5 am next morning and lay in bed with the doors open. It was cold. The sky was overcast with brooding clouds. I was ensconced beneath the thick duvet and soaking in the intoxicating beauty of the monsoon. The flight was at 2.30 pm – so we left the hotel by 10 am after a delicious outdoor breakfast.. The manager remembered that I liked ginger in my tea.. The rains had soaked all the outdoor seating cushions… I did not want to leave..

I slept for most of the way – lulled by the beautiful landscape and grey sky.  Strangely, the shops at the airport actually price everything in Euros – though they accept dirhams and dollars.  I learned from my newly-made friend Merieme that the best argan oil comes from Agadir and costs far below the airport prices. She also educated me about the difference in the kinds of oil – the toasted amber one is used for cooking while the yellow, cold-pressed argan oil is the Berber beauty secret.

The flight landed around 1 am in Dubai.. Everything seemed so warm and familiar and yet, I knew that some part of me had changed again..  The nomad NRI now fully understood the old Zen saying.. “Before Zen, chop wood, carry water, after Zen, chop wood, carry water.”

Sona Nambiar

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