Having sorted out the extortionate bill, we were driven under a dark cloud to our next port of call, the RyadDyor in the old town, La Medina.
We were met by a man with a cart who loaded up our bags and took us winding through a labyrinth of back streets until we reached a wall with a blue door.
Inside the door was a cool relaxed interior with two open central courtyards and palm trees waving in the breeze. A small plunge pool cooled the area and everywhere were beautiful Morroccan artifacts.
We met the manager who gave us a tour of the riad including the roof terrace before giving us a detailed map of the area and suggestions of where to go.
The map would later turn out to be our most precious possession as it saved our lives…