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Walking through Gueliz.
The “other” Marrakech, often set in opposition to the medina, and yet only minutes away.
This was my neighbourhood.
The house I once lived in is now a five-storey building, with a Mexican restaurant on the ground floor. I still carry the keys to that vanished house. Keys that no longer open anything.
This abandoned Hôtel des Voyageurs remains, empty and left behind — but for how long? So many of us quietly mourn the disappearance of this older architecture, those elegant façades and modest homes replaced, one by one, by taller buildings rising without memory.
Every time I return, I walk the same streets I once walked hundreds of times. I move through them as if walking through my own past, revisiting it, measuring what has changed, and noticing what still stands.
Has anyone ever stepped inside that hotel?
I regret that I never did. And yet. Even here, in what we call the “modern” part of the city, men still push fruit carts through the streets, balancing pyramids of strawberries or nuts the way they always have. Gueliz carries traces of the medina.
And the medina, at times, begins to resemble something else entirely.
The opposition is never that simple.
A city is not a fixed image. It shifts, absorbs, reinvents itself : sometimes clumsily, sometimes beautifully.
For better and for worse.
Nostalgia is inevitable when you’ve loved a place long enough.
But movement is part of its truth.
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For those who recently joined : welcome!
So many of you arrived over the past two weeks. I`m genuinely happy you’re here.
I’m Virginie. A Paris-born photographer, working between travel and lifestyle, drawn to the Mediterranean light and the quiet stories that live inside places.
I photograph hotels, interiors, designers, portraits — but what truly interests me is how people inhabit space. The gestures. The texture. The atmosphere that cannot be staged.
Sometimes I’m only behind the camera. Sometimes I step into styling or artistic direction. I care about coherence, about mood, about the narrative that an image can hold.
Paris is home.
Marrakech has been a life chapter, and still is.
Sicily, Greece, Morocco… I tend to orbit around the same sea.
Right now I’m also working on a book project about Marrakech : a long reflection on belonging, memory, and what time does to our sense of place.
This space gathers all of that.
Professional work. Personal explorations. The cities that shape me.
If you’re new here, I’m glad you found your way.
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Every room should sing: this one brought a full orchestra
Somewhere between Jaipur and Jemaa El Fna @momo_jemaa_el_fna decided subtlety was overrated.
And honestly? It works.
Color layered on color, joy on joy.
Not for the shy - Absolutely for the bold !
Interior design by @yannrehaan
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I saw this place rise from the earth.
Stone by stone, on this magical hill overlooking the Ourika Valley @kasbahbabourika
Today, the Atlas mountains stand opposite, dusted in snow. The light still moves the same way across the terraces, the wind still carries that familiar silence.
Coming back here always feels layered.
Not just because of the landscape, but because of the beautiful souls who give it warmth and meaning.
Some places grow with you and this is one of them.
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This photograph shot last week takes me back twenty years ago... I was pregnant with my first child. And somehow, Marrakech seemed to know before I did. The city adjusted itself to my growing belly, to my emotions swinging wildly between wonder and vulnerability. My husband, a Marrakchi born and raised, wanted to treat me. He had prepared a veal tanjia (a thoughtful detail, because I didn’t like lamb or mutton).
As tradition requires, the pot was entrusted to the hammam, where tanjias are buried deep in the glowing ashes of an underground world, watched over by the men who know how to speak the language of fire. Later, he went to retrieve it.
He left me in the car with my best friend Beatriz @kasbahbabourika — Portuguese by birth, Marrakchia at heart, and just as in love with this sweetly mad city as I was.
A few minutes later my hubsband came running back, eyes shining.
“Girls, you have to see this.”
We followed him down a narrow alley near Rmila, on rue Fatima Ezzohra. He motioned for us to come inside. Under the hammam. A cave. A den. A hidden world.And then he appeared. A character straight out of a Marrakchi folktale : short, muscular, bare-chested, his skin blackened with soot. He emerged from the shadows like a mischievous genie. Laughing, pounding his chest like Tarzan.
“Welcome, my princesses!”He knew I was pregnant and seemed proud to receive us. But more than that, he had prepared something extraordinary. A feast. A scene.
On the floor, an improvised table. A cloth that was not quite a tablecloth. Mismatched plates. Plastic flowers nailed to the wall.
A magical cave, and in the corner the still-warm mountain of ashes from the hammam, where the tanjias cook, where the city hides its small mysteries. My husband looked at us, half apologetic, half moved.
“I couldn’t refuse his invitation… when I saw what he had arranged for us.”
So we sat down. Around the tanjia. No smartphones. No flash.
Just wide-open eyes, and hearts filled with the kind of laughter, tender and incredulous, that you never forget.
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