One of the most enticing aspects of renting someone else's home in another country for a little while: the chance to live in your fantasy house/castle/boat/apartment without the type of income that drives you to wear a paper bag over your head and pontificate about sardines in the manner of dear, humble Shia Le Boeuf.
The travel bug has worked its way into the Vogue Paris offices, we're dreaming of ski-ing soft powder, lazing under sunnier skies, or trekking the wilderness. Luckily, the Vogue.fr travel team has plenty of ideas for luxury hotels in exotic destinations - from winter getaways in the Alps, to Moroccan spas and African nature reserves.
The Marrakech Museum for Photography and Visual Arts (MMP+) is a new home for the arts, somewhere that with all the political and social unrest you see every day in North Africa, will send out a message to the rest of the world that Morocco is a country where contemporary culture can and will triumph over reactionary thinking.
Morocco was a whirlwind of bikes, scooters, heat and extremely pushy/ enthusiastic merchants, selling everything from slippers to spices. It is a place where you need to watch your back for bikes; or otherwise be mowed down, and be careful of eye contact unless, that is, you really want to buy something.
I have to say that all these changes have certainly revolutionised the Marrakech Film Festival experience, and it's gone from a dismal environment to a joyous one. If it continues to go forward in this direction, it shouldn't be too long before it's as celebrated as its established European counterparts.