Tigmi in Marrakech

The house, converted from a labyrinthine string of village dwellings, has eight rooms, some air-conditioned, some with fireplaces, built around six separate courtyards. One of the 'rooms' includes two bedrooms with a private courtyard and plunge pool. There is space at every turn - an alcove, covered walkway, terrace, quiet arch, flooded with light, hidden in shadow, hot or cool as the sun passes languidly overhead. There is little to interrupt you: the holler of a shepherd, children playing in the cool alleys of the village.

At Tigmi, life is rich in its simplicity. It has a spiritual quality, a place where guests can enjoy rare serenity. There is a heated pool, views to better any other you can find in Morocco, looking out over a spring flanked with an olive grove to the pink-walled city beyond.

The interiors are meaningfully restrained: organic, white curved walls; eucalyptus ceilings; colourful cushioned banquettes; a splash of saffron, fuchsia or Buddhist orange. Corridors are open to the skies. There's a hammam with massage and gommage treatments on request, breakfast where you want it - in the garden, perhaps, among the birdsong, or by the pool where a swallow darts at its broken reflection. Tigmi Tagadert is a magical, understated place, somewhere to find privacy, poise and a natural balance.