After a long day of driving, we stopped here, in the Gorge Dades.
Tucked between two steep cliff walls, our little Moroccan chalet reminded me of my grandmothers house. It was cozy and warm, and decorated with what I can only describe as seventies Moroccan kitsch- painted woodgrain on the banisters, tasseled pillow shams, and colored mood lighting.
The crown jewel was a rooftop terrace, far, far away from any city lights. From here we watched the setting sun illuminate the canyon walls, and set behind the river.