This property, occupying a strikingly modern balconied beehive opposite the Mansour Eddahbi and its fabulous conference facility, is a group-oriented Moroccan resort that is institutional yet reasonably pleasant (at least physically). Despite being farther from the main tourist action than other city hotels, it mainly draws budget tourists.
The wide lobby is squashed beneath a low ceiling, but its agreeable mint-green decor invites lingering. A mosaic-tiled fountain spouts water into a pool of rose-sprinkled water echoing throughout the formal public space. A couple of boutiques
lay in the wings but are sordidly overpriced compared to the wares hawked in the exotic souks downtown. The main lounge, which occasionally seconds as an art gallery, features live jazz most nights. Live music is played daily by the pool and in the tented Moroccan restaurant. Also on the dining roster are a buffet restaurant, a bland cafe and a poolside snack bar.
The fitness room, massage treatments and hammam both build and ease tense muscles. A more substantial spa is located in the vicinity. A nightclub, large garden-ringed pool and four tennis courts provide diversion, 
and conference capacity is 700.
There are some long treks to the routine, air-conditioned guest rooms, which are of fair size and fitted with built-in furniture, regional fabrics, adequate carpeting, brass lamps, spacious desks, local artwork, safes, phones, TVs and comfortable twin beds. Most of the rooms display odd striped accents in black interrupted by the occasional stain or scratch regularly overlooked by housekeeping. The baths have routine tiling, marble countertops, thinning towels and big mirrors. Accommodations in the rear afford views of the pool and the stunning Atlas Mountains, making them the prime choices, since street noise can disrupt other rooms. The 12 slightly larger superiors, with Moroccan rugs and minibars, are not worth the extra dirhams.
Room service runs until midnight. The staff sometimes lives in a world of its own, from which it does not like to be summoned. Accustomed to self-managed European tour groups, this place offers accommodations less personal than those in Hivernage.
