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A Guesthouse · Opening 2026

Where the palms meet
the mountains.

Location The Palmeraie, Marrakech

A house, not a hotel Two rooms + a Berber tent

Opens Summer 2026

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Opening Summer 2026 Join the waitlist for first stays A small guesthouse in the Palmeraie مرحبا بكم Bienvenue Willkommen Opening Summer 2026 Join the waitlist for first stays A small guesthouse in the Palmeraie مرحبا بكم Bienvenue Willkommen

A small house, set among old palms.

Lost in the Palms is a guesthouse on the edge of the Marrakech Palmeraie — the historic palm grove planted, the legend goes, in the eleventh century, when a sultan's army was paid in dates and the stones were sown by the road. The trees that remain are slender, irregular, and very old.

Our intention is simple: a few rooms, real silence, and the kind of hospitality that doesn't perform itself. We are not a hotel. We are a house — opened to a small number of guests at a time, with the city twenty minutes away by car and a world away in spirit.

The terracotta walls and palms at dusk — The herb garden, an hour before dinner.

The House

Earthen walls, olive trees, and a courtyard built around water.

The guesthouse sits within a walled garden of date palms, olives, and bougainvillea. Inside: tadelakt walls in the colour of unbleached linen, a long table at the heart of the house, and rooms that open onto the garden rather than away from it. Mornings begin with msemen and mint; evenings end slowly, around a fire.

Rooms

Berber tent

Guests max

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Palms

A sitting area with niches, kilim, and rattan lamp

The Interiors

Tadelakt, tataoui ceilings, and things made by hand.

Almost everything inside has been chosen, not bought as a set: green Tamegroute pottery, Berber kilims, hand-woven palm pendant lamps, carved chests from the south. Cool floors, shaded niches, and light that moves slowly across the walls — designed for the way the day actually unfolds in this climate.

A few moments
from the property.

Real photographs, taken on ordinary days. Nothing has been styled for the camera.

The pond at the bottom of the garden — The pond, with its ducks, at the bottom of the garden.

The fire pit and a carved door — The fire pit, set against an old carved door.

A latticework terrace looking out over the palms — A terrace, looking out over the palmeraie.

A garden path with cacti and olives — A path through olives and cacti.

Bougainvillea on terracotta — Bougainvillea, end of April.

A reading nook beneath an olive tree — A reading nook beneath the olive tree.

On clear winter mornings the High Atlas appears, snow-capped, an hour's drive away.

— From the rooftop

The Palmeraie—
an older Marrakech.

North of the Medina, the city softens into a vast grove of date palms threaded with red-earth tracks. It is the Marrakech that existed before Marrakech became a postcard.

Twenty minutes from the Medina

Close enough for a morning walk through Jemaa el-Fnaa and back for lunch. Far enough that you'll hear birds, not horns.

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An eleventh-century grove

Tradition holds that the palms were sown from dates eaten by the Almoravid army. A thousand years on, the trees still stand — older, leaner, and quieter than the city around them.

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Atlas on the horizon

On clear winter mornings the High Atlas appears, snow-capped, an hour's drive away. We can arrange the day — or leave you to find it for yourself.

Lina, founder of Lost in the Palms — Lina, at the gate.

A note from the founder

From Lina,

I have been a traveller all my life. From very young I had the sense that the best part of any journey was never the place on the postcard, but the small life around it — the cup of coffee, the late afternoon light on a wall, the cat that decides to follow you for a hundred metres and then loses interest.

I came to the Palmeraie expecting to pass through. I stayed. The garden, the light, the slow tempo of the days here — they are difficult to leave. After a while, it seemed only fair to share the place with people who would understand it.

That is what this house is. A few rooms, a long table under the olive tree, and the conviction that there is no need to perform Marrakech in three days. The city is twenty minutes away when you want it. The rest of the time, let yourself get lost in the palms.

I look forward to receiving you.

Lina

Opening Summer 2026

Be among the first to stay.

We're opening to a small number of guests at first, and we'll write to the waitlist before anyone else. Leave your details — no newsletter, no marketing, just one note when the doors open.