Double room Isadora DuncanWarm and InspiringLocated on the first floor. This room has air conditioning, two beds, free Wi-Fi and a bathroom with high cosmetic items.
Free Wi-Fi
For your moments of sharing photos.
Airport Transfer
Do not worry about arriving at our Riad:
- Transfer / way (1-3 p.): €25
- Transfer / way (4-6 p.): €35
- Transfer / way (7-10 p.): €55
High Quality Amenities
Les Sens de Marrakech 100% natural ingredients.
Air conditioner
Cold or hot.
Bar
Take something and enjoy.
Public Parking
200 meters in the Riad Laarouss Square.
Splash Pool
Relax after a long day of sightseeing.
Room Prices
Riad Rental
Rent the complete Riad, and enjoy privacy and exclusivity. Prices include breakfast and VAT. Does not include Local Taxes € 2.50 per person and night.
from € 700 / night TA: € 800 / night
Normal Rate
UP TO 15% DISCOUNT BOOKING ONLINE.
Prices include breakfast and VAT. Does not include Local Taxes € 2.50 per person and night.
from € 105 / night
High season
Christmas
Holy Week
Long weekends / Holiday weekends
from € 125 / night
Extras
Cava
20€
Flowers
18€
Lunch
25€/per person
Dinner
30€/per person
Dora Angela Duncan, known as Isadora Duncan (San Francisco, May 27, 1878 - Nice, September 14, 1927) was an American dancer. Obsessed with dance, she achieved classical perfection and was a constant innovator; at the age of five he announced to his family that he would be a dancer and revolutionary, and he was. He could be a pianist, painter or poet, but in his dance he put all that together. Enemy of ballet, which he considered a false and absurd genre, said that dance should establish a warm harmony between beings and life, and not be just a pleasant and frivolous fun. In his memoirs he wrote that there are three types of dancers: first, who consider dance as a kind of gymnastics composed of funny and impersonal arabesques.
Then, who thanks to the concentration of his mind, take his body to the rhythm of the emotion chosen, expressing a feeling or experience remembered. Finally, those who turn the body into a luminous fluidity, surrendering to the inspiration of the soul. For Isadora, it was the love of nature and life that had to be transmitted through the movement, following the example of the clouds, the sea or the tops of the trees swayed by the wind. I hated the mechanical movements ordered by the choreographers, as if the dance were also reduced to reading a score. She danced barefoot, with a simple Greek robe of transparent silk over her naked body, like a pagan priestess carried by the rhythm.
In full swing of Marinetti and his futurism (machines that repeat movements, planes that dirty the sky with smoke and noise, cars at full speed) he confessed on one occasion that the machines had been his enemies, because they killed his three children; the first two because they died drowned in a car that lost the brakes and the third, who was born dead, because the Germans had just entered Paris and the doctor could not get home on time. Obsessed because a car could kill her too, if she fell into the water and got locked up, she just drove in convertible cars. One afternoon, when he was traveling in one of them with a handsome Italian runner, his long foulard got tangled up in one of the rear wheels and strangled her. They were speeding down the Promenade des Anglais in Nice, as if they were in a hurry to love each other. As if two beautiful and talented people under the sky of the Cote d'Azur only need paradise.
