In the midst of the chaotic roads, the busy locals and the humming of the calls to prayer, lies a little piece of heaven. Of blue heaven, that is - majorelle is a French word meaning bright cobalt blue. This really isn't the type of place you would normally expect to find in Marrakesh, the most overwhelming city I have ever visited. The Jardin de Majorelle was designed by French artist Jean Majorelle, back in the 1920s, where Morocco was a protectorate of France. What is perhaps the most notable feature of the garden, outside its luxuriant plant selection and its typically photogenic Moroccan architecture, is the owner, Yves Saint-Laurent. Upon his death in 2009, his ashes were scattered in the garden, and a memorial was created to honor his memory. Marrakesh left me with mixed feelings - but if there's one thing that could make me flip to the 'Marrakesh is awesome!' team, it would definitely be these gardens. Definitely not to be skipped. Quick tip: if you have time to tea, the garden's tea house is particularly lovely and offers many fancy options that are well worth their steep price by Moroccan standards. Enjoy!