There’s a new garden to visit in Marrakesh and the best way to see it is to shop ‘til you drop. Now, I’m pretty keen on gardens but frankly a bit lily-livered when it comes to shopping. Lucky for me my two knowledgeable but naughty friends, Katie and Sarah, helped me to tackle the souks with the vigour of a pro. It is exhausting but exhilarating – all these shops, heady with head-turningly amazing goods from hot-pink macramé loo seats to exquisite hand embroidered kaftans. There’s literally an adventure around every corner in the winding jigsaw of lanes and specialist areas that make up the Marrakesh souks. People get hot and heated, motorbikes steam through past babies and the elderly with no concern for life or limb, and the temper of donkey cart drivers is tested to the limit. And then you step into the luxe, calme et volupté of a garden – and that’s what we got.