These riads, hostels and hotels not only offer roof-terrace views of the medina and calm courtyards to escape the heat, they are also excellent value given Marrakech’s enduring popularity
More than 1,000 traditional riad houses in Marrakech’s ancient medina now offer tourist accommodation. At the luxurious end prices soar, but there is a great selection of budget stays, including several that have been converted into fun, modern hostels. As smartphone GPS coverage can be patchy in the medina, ask the riad staff to meet you somewhere, or pay them for an airport pick-up. Otherwise it can be frustrating trailing up and down alleyways suitcases down alleyways and dealing with unofficial guides.
Exhibition features 40 established and emerging photographers from the continent and diaspora at the Museum of African Contemporary Art Al Maaden in Marrakech until 24 August
The exhibition Africa Is No Island has been curated by the online platform Afrique in visu to encourage a dialogue about the contemporary African experience that transcends borders. The exhibition takes the spirit of Afrique in visu – which is dedicated to connecting and nurturing artists with different viewpoints and practices – to present a kaleidoscope of images that makes the visitor reconsider geography, representation and history.
A need to record disappearing cultures and question historical constructs runs through the exhibition. It also uses storytelling and performance to question identity and written history.
With Mugabe’s catastrophic 40-year rule finally over, there’s optimism on the streets of Zimbabwe. Novelist Katherine Rundell revels in the newfound liberty of her childhood home
Three weeks ago a young elephant wound her trunk around my arm and began – politely, elegantly, insistently – to pull my hand into her mouth and suck the salt sweat off my fingers. It was the happiest I’ve been this year, that moment; partly because of the elephant and partly from that knee-jerk joy; the one that says home.
My mother was born and raised in Zimbabwe, and I spent part of my childhood in Harare; we left in 2001, but I go back every year. This January, I returned to a new regime, and a new feeling in the streets. Nothing yet has visibly changed, except that the police road blocks which used to spore across the city on payday have gone, but the air felt newly oxygenated.