The Capaldi Hotel

Bewildered, and looking to a croquet set (just off-camera) longingly.

Casual Sunday stroll.

Plant life covers the main building, which houses reception below the luxurious spa.

Some strange alchemy of geometry and nature.

The Atlas Mountains behind the twin palms and over the pool looking out from the reception.

The library is a serene place to escape.

The view from La Flouka, over Lake Takerkoust.

Treasure hunting in Essaouira - as if Marrakech and Mykonos had a wild love child.

Viewing the Atlas from an understated velvet throne in the lobby.

Looking down from a terrace onto the olive tree-strewn dining patio.

Our comfortable suite as seen from the terrace - fuck a hotel tuck!

Our exquisitely appointed suite, with doors to the sun-drenched private terrace.

Private tanning areas line the side of the cold pool.

The hotel as seen from the restaurant terrace.

The light following a steamy shower.

The light!

The parquet flooring makes an elegant transition between room and terrace.

The sightlines throughout the art-laden property echo the expansive views.

Geometric corner of the heated pool.

Sumptuous lobby details - dark walls and wooden ceilings keep it cool and accentuate the view towards the mountains.

The African salon, ideal for lounging on hot summer days and cozying up by the fire during the crisp evenings.