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Bonjour, Mon mari est toute la semaine en déplacement, à Casa, et de ce fait nous envisageons de nous y installer. Nous avons 3 enfants, 17 ans, 12 ans et 7 ans.Ce qui m'inquiète le plus c'est les études... Serait-il possible d'avoir des témoignages sur les écoles, collèges et lycées... ma fille ainée souhaite faire du commerce. J'aimerai aussi avoir des renseignement sur la vie en générale et si l'adaptation est facile. Mon mari adore déjà ! Toutes les infos sont bonnes à prendre, car même si nous en avons envie, c'est une grande décision à prendre. Merci d'avance !!🙂

bonjour à vous tous, je cherche à savoir combien coûterait un déplacement en ambulance de laayoune à casablanca? "c est tres urgent". merci.

bonjour,

j'aurai aimé savoir combien va me coute un déplacement d'environ 20km en taxi dans casablanca. je loue une maison à casablanca et le propriétaire m'a dit que cela coutait dans les environs de 50 euros cela ne fait aps un peu trop?? Merci d'avance pour la réponse

laetitia

je suis potier et je cherche des adresses au maroc car je me deplace en scooter a partir du mois de juillet pour decouvrir le travail des potiers le long de ma route ........alors pas de ryad ni piscine pour moi merci.....! je connais bien le sud (deja 10 voyages )donc cette fois ci je ferais le nord merci de vos tuyaux😉

Bonsoir,

Au risque de paraître ridicule : cela peut-il paraître choquant ou déplacé pour un marocain de voir une femme conduire ? Nous partons 10 jours en mai et c'est sûrement moi qui vais faire le maximum de route.

Merci

Lstarqueen

Projet de voyage fin aout début septembre au maroc. Envie de montagnes

comment se déplace t on dans le Riff sans voiture, qu'en est il de la prétendue dangerosité...

"il vaut mieux éviter de traîner dans le Rif et principalement dans le coin de Kétama. D'ailleurs, il pleut souvent dans cette région. Raison de plus pour aller chercher le soleil sous d'autres cieux !" nous dit notre cher guide du parfait routard.

si vous en revenez, merci de me confirmer que les rifains sont plus hospitaliers que ne le disent les guides,

Si vous avez des bons plans, n'hésitez pas...

Bonne route

En avril 2010, je devrai faire un déplacement Marrakech-Bruxelles.

Sur le net, la combine la moins chère actuellement, c'est par deux vols Iberia avec escale à Madrid.

Mais voilà, il me semble avoir vu dans la presse que Iberia subit actuellement de multiples difficultés, il y a des menaces de grève, on parle de rachat de la société par une autre compagnie aérienne, etc.

Est-ce passager ou vraiment sérieux ? SI je paie un vol sur Iberia maintenant, y-at'il un risque vraiment sérieux que je perde ma mise ?

Merci de vos lumières,

Marc.

Si vous cherchez un loueur de voiture qui vous oblige à ramener la voiture en plein Marrakech ( les autres loueurs se déplacent ou cela vous arrangent), si vous cherchez un loueur qui de 14h à 14h le lendemain vous compte deux jours de location (les autres loueurs comptent 1 jour), si vous cherchez un loueur qui vous affirme que cette flaque d'eau vient de la clim et qu'en pleine cambrousse, la nuit tombée, vous manquez d'eau à cause d'une fuite dans le circuit de refroidissement.....alors choisissez Concorde car. Moi je passerais plus jamais par eux

Bonjour

j'ai deux questions :

- comment aller à Lalla Takerkoust depuis la palmeraie de Marrakech (hôtel madina marmara) - le déplacement en vaut-il la peine, que pouvons nous faire la-bas ?

Je vous remercie cordialement,

bonjour je voudrais savoir si les taxis sont chere au maroc merci

bonjour tout le monde je suis marocain et je vis a rabat. mon boulot me demande beaucoup de deplacements et comme je viens de commencer mon travail j aurais besoin d'une voiture diesel. j'ai une idee , jai de la famille en espagne et ill est facile pour moi que quelqu'un me fait descendre une voiture . mais moi je ne compte pas la dedouaner tellement cher. jai la plan de la vendre eu mauritanie (la ou jai des amis qui font ce business) je sais que l'on a le droit de circuler 6mois au maroc , mais pour celui qui va m acheminer la voiture aura t il des problemes a la douanes quand au retour en espagne? je pense que nous allons faire un contrat de vente et ainsi il pourra rentrer librement en espange(lui c est toujours qq de la famille ou des amis). et avant la fin des 6mois autorisés je prends la route pour vendre la voiture en mauritanie il s agit seulement d un plan provisoire pour economiser et pouvoir circuler 6mois ! merci d avance

bonjour je recherche une personne qui pourra m'apprendre l'arabe marocain - j'en ai besoin pour communiquer lors de mes déplacements dans un bled au maroc - j'habite en haute savoie près d'annecy - merci à tous pour m'aider au plaisir de vous lire

Je souhaite me rendre dans le sud marocain. Durant un mois, je dois être autonome (niveau déplacement) et pouvoir aller dans des petits villages, loin des grands axes... Cela me condamne-t-il à louer un 4x4 ? Financièrement c'est impossible. Si je loue une voiture moyenne, cela me limite-t-il beaucoup dans mes rencontres, dans les routes que je peux prendre? Quelles solutions voyez vous?

Merci d'avance!

As I’ve mentioned elsewhere, I inherited my love of travel from my parents and some of my grandparents. A strong passion, but one that was unfortunately limited by our family’s modest resources. Back then, living in northern Alsace, a simple trip to the southern part of the region—with the Wine Route as our destination—felt like an extraordinary journey to a land of plenty for the little boy I was in the late 60s and early 70s. Everything seemed so huge when you were still just a kid. Back then, I was overwhelmed by countless sensations—I was already highly sensitive, with a keen mind and a nose and taste buds that were developing like a pro’s. Which, as I’d later realize, wasn’t always an advantage.



Those magical days always began with a gentle late-spring or midsummer morning. The interior of the white Peugeot 404, license plate 210 LZ 67, had already soaked up the sun before the engine purred to life, and the cabin gave off a scent I could still recognize today—a fragrance I found so pleasant. Back then, I had no idea it was just the smell of warm plastic from the car’s interior. Yes, the scents of the 404 on sunny days became my madeleine de Proust... What’s more, the whole family was unusually cheerful because those moments of relaxation and leisure were rare. Everyone worked, and no one had an easy job or was well paid. Without the *Trente Glorieuses*, these experiences might never have happened.



Once we crossed the canton’s borders, I felt like I was light-years away from my everyday surroundings, and every kilometer plunged me deeper into *terra incognita*. It was thrilling. Far from my so-called "medium-sized" town, wheat fields, cornfields, and cabbage patches stretched out, punctuated by tall poles connected by long wires and topped with vegetation—like giant clotheslines without laundry, where magical beanstalks might grow to touch the sky. Back then, I was still far from tasting their product, which was simply beer. At the time, there was still a significant local hop production. Fun fact: it wasn’t until 2002 that Anglo-Saxon scientists proved hops and cannabis belong to the same biological family.

After the fields, the landscape took another step up as it rolled past the little boy’s eyes, often glued to the windows. First came modest hills, then a succession of rolling slopes that soon formed an unbroken chain. Their 700 meters in altitude felt like Himalayan peaks to me—impressive, inert giants, a whole new world. Gazing at them, an intense emotion welled up somewhere between my stomach and lungs, nearly taking my breath away. What mysteries, what treasures did these heights hold? And then there were the cherries on top—the crowning touch that made the scene even more magical: proud, majestic castles perched on the summits like impassive sentinels. Monuments from the past, yet firmly rooted in the present on their rocky spurs. The little boy’s eyes sparkled—he’d been given a castle for Christmas, complete with battlements, towers, a drawbridge, and fully armed knights. He’d watched and lived *Ivanhoe* on the only French TV channel that existed back then.

Only once did my paternal grandfather join us on one of these trips. A tall, intelligent man with a face that could shift from stern to mischievous, clearly full of humor and charisma. Sadly, his relationship with alcohol had taken a toll on his life and, by extension, those of his loved ones. He had a strong personality—if his boss crossed the line, he wouldn’t hesitate to punch him, which meant he went through a lot of different jobs. Back then, you could quit one job and easily find another. It was quite something to see him in his final stages, hallucinating pink elephants and even drinking perfume when he had nothing else left. The last time I saw him, he’d slipped away from the doctors and nurses while hospitalized in pretty bad shape—at least, I assume his liver was the issue. We were sitting down for a family lunch when the door burst open, and there he stood in his pajamas, eyes twinkling with mischief, clearly pleased with the dramatic entrance. That theatrical moment didn’t spare us from burying him a few months later at the age of 71. One day, my mother told me the family doctor had quietly remarked that it was a shame—with his robust constitution, he could’ve lived to be a hundred. Yes, the family doctor—this was the man who’d come treat you any day, at almost any hour, just for a phone call. It really existed, it’s not a myth!

That day, his wife—my paternal grandmother—was also along for the ride. Everyone agreed that Jeannette was a good woman. She worked as a waitress at *Le Tigre*, the biggest brasserie in town, right in the center. Most customers preferred to be served by her, including local dignitaries and even the mayor. As a kid, I didn’t find her very fun, open, or warm—she seemed a bit stern. Back then, women in their fifties already had the face and build of grandmothers. Same went for men, don’t get me wrong. I had no idea about the struggles she faced because of her husband. I didn’t know that 30 years earlier, she’d had to flee Alsace while pregnant, under threat from Nazi fighter-bombers. I didn’t know she’d had several miscarriages, and that my father—her only surviving child, born prematurely in March 1940 at the other end of France—weighed less than a kilo at birth and was so tiny he could fit in a shoebox. Hard to imagine he’d grow into a strapping man nearly 1.80 meters tall, tipping the scales at 100 kilos. When you come back from summer camp in early August and ask why she didn’t pick you up with your parents, and they gently tell you she’s "in heaven," you don’t realize she passed away at 54 after suffering greatly from stomach cancer that had spread.

Back to that family outing, that enchanted parenthesis. I even remembered where we’d had lunch when I passed through Dambach-la-Ville decades later. One of those charming, flower-filled towns Alsace produces in abundance—and preserves so well. This one sits high on a hill, and I was a bit stunned on the parking lot because the view stretched far, revealing the Alsace plain below—its fields, villages, hills, and forests. The world seemed so vast and enticing that day, even though I was only glimpsing a tiny fraction of it.



The region was already very touristy, but I wouldn’t notice the downsides until much later. That Sunday noon, I discovered a large restaurant filled with diners. I can still see the enormous piece of meat they served me, decorated with a little wooden skewer topped with a flag. I kept that one for a long time. Those were the golden days of rich, flowing, thick sauces—so flavorful—and the era of the world’s best fries, made on the spot with the best potatoes. To top it off, I was *exceptionally* allowed a small bottle of apple juice, Orangina, or—even better if possible—Sinalco. Yes, Sinalco—like Orangina, but better. A brand that must’ve disappeared in the 70s, but why, and what a shame! Since then, Orangina’s little bubbles have taken the brand to the other side of the planet—it’s now Japanese.

Year after year, I’d eagerly await that ecstatic moment when the most beautiful castle in Alsace, the Haut-Koenigsbourg, appeared in my field of vision. The perfect model, the archetype that blended into the landscape at the height of a child’s dreams. The trip home always felt like a reality check—less jarring than an alarm clock, but more diffuse and melancholic. From then on, there was only one wish: *When do we leave again?*

Hi there! I’m heading to Casablanca for 15 days in October 2025—what do you recommend? Rabat sounds interesting—what about Rabat? Fez? I’m also really into nature—what are the closest gorges? Is train travel easy? I’ll be staying with a friend but I’d love to explore solo. I’m 61, blonde with blue eyes—is that an issue? Thanks! Laurence from Bayonne

Hi, I'd like to do Ouarzazate-Telouet-Marrakech by 4x4 with one night in Telouet. What are the difficulties on the route? Thanks

Hello, I’m Belgian, 68 years old, a frequent solo traveler (Asia, North Africa, Europe). I’m leaving from CHARLEROI (Belgium) for FES on November 20th and returning from AGADIR on December 6th. Plan: sightseeing and walks. Getting around by train, shared buses, and private taxis if needed. Staying in riads except in Agadir (private room). If someone genuine wants to join me on this trip, and/or meet up there for all or part of the journey, here’s my email: mcroemen@live.be or message me on this site. Having some company and sharing the days would be a new experience. Looking forward to meeting you (men or women; age doesn’t matter as long as you’re mobile). Best regards, MARIE PS: Preferably someone who loves to marvel at things (I know what I’m talking about...lol)

Bonjour, J'ai envie de profiter pleinement des endroits lors de mon petit circuit (1ère partie). Qu'en pensez-vous? (le tout en petit taxi lors de mes déplacements): - aéroport - AOURIR (résidence Bab Aourir) trois nuits car arrivée en soirée - AOURIR - INRAREN (hôtel de la vallée verte) deux nuits - INRAREN - TAGHERAT ANEKRIIM (gite village paradis valley) deux nuits - IMOUZZER DES IDA OUTANANE - AGADIR (deux nuits) - AGADIR ( ou poursuite vers Aglou, Tiznit...) 2ème partie. Je sais que ce sont de très courtes distances qui séparent ces hôtels (12 à 20 km) mais ce sont chaque fois des endroits avec une vue différente et où je pourrais peut-être me promener seule sans prendre de guide. J'attends vos avis sur ce mini circuit et éventuellement sur les logements. Cordialement Marie