19th Ave New York, NY 95822, USA

Main house

The world-famous “Jamaa el Fna” square with its orientally colourful and busy hustle and bustle is barely 10 minutes on foot from our town house in the middle of the old town. The two parts of the building, the main house and the guest wing, are characterized in particular by different colour compositions. The main house, in soft beige, has a courtyard inviting to stay with bougainvilleas, orange and olive trees, a dining room with a large cedar wood table, a lounge and two guest rooms.


RIAD NOGA is located at the end of a narrow alley in a quiet area of the old town with access by car. Against a refund, pick up by taxi from the airport will be gladly organized. A guarded car park is about 200 metres away.
For golf enthusiasts, there are several facilities, each with eighteen holes, two of which can be reached in less than ten minutes by “Petit Taxi.”


Seven double rooms, six with shower, one with bathtub, air-conditioned.
Lounge: For up to ten guests; Dining room: Main house: Up to twelve guests;
Guest wings: Up to ten guests, open fireplace.
Free WLAN throughout the riad; Phone in 6 rooms; Solar heated 8 x 4 m large swimming pool with counter-current system;
South balcony on the first floor of the main house, three rooftop terraces;
Guarded car park about 200 metres away;
Animals & Pets: Allowed; an African Grey parrot and tortoises live here all year round.

Guest wing

The guest wing is accessed through a traditional wooden gate, which opens up the view of the turquoise tiled swimming pool and the surrounding arcades. Red and yellow shades predominate here. Another dining room with fireplace and five individually designed guest rooms offer all the comforts imaginable. The guest wing has a small courtyard and two large rooftop terraces.


Dining rooms & Salon

Going Native

I fell into the RIAD NOGA in a clatter of bags and high expectations, and came to rest in a beautiful courtyard. These are the central feature of all riads, a deep well of light and air that runs down through the middle of the house. The rooms all give off the courtyard, their shuttered windows, like their doors, looking inward.
Fountains played between the lemon trees and the potted plants. Bands of mosaic tiles known as zellij decorated walls of tadelekt or polished plaster. Carpets were strewn across the tiled and terracotta floors, and Moorish arches led from the courtyard into inviting recesses where divans were piled high with Berber cushions. The bathrooms evoked the tiled and domed luxuries of the hammam, with baths big enough to be shared. Narrow passageways and stairs led up to a roof terrace with a view over the medina, from the Koutoubia mosque to the high walls of the royal palace, and beyond to the dark outline of the Atlas Mountains.
Once installed in such a house it is not easy to leave. I lounged on the roof terrace enjoying my own bird’s-eye view of the city. I dawdled by the pool. I had lunch in the courtyard, a delicious chicken, seasoned with saffron, lemon and cumin. I browsed in the library. I test-drove the divans, sinking into cushions with a good book. I fell asleep.
Stanley Stewart, “Going Native”, The Sunday Times, London, October 2000.


Some of the paintings and handicrafts you see in our house can also be purchased.