Riad Dar L'Oussia

 

You who have come so far to soak up the flavors and scents of the East, take the time to enjoy your meal to read the inspiring story of Al Zahia ...
 

This story begins like a fairy ...
 

"In those days, this room, welcoming, warm, with marble floors, walls Tadelackt, sumptuously decorated with portraits of Berbers who fit perfectly in place, was quite different!
 

Close your eyes ... Imagine the dirt floor, mud walls ... the shore, lie enormous shapeless bundles which emerge from the stakeholders and heady smells, the dust-covered bundles crossed the Sahara on camels, the ships of the desert We are here ... in a Foundouk, namely a caravanserai, there is dark almost night, diffuse light pierces through the leaves of the door ajar, there are a lot of commotion, loud voices, the coming and going is incessant.
 

The years passed ... the warehouse is changed foundouk used to imports and exports.
 

The Indochinese Commercial Union and African spices seeds stored there ...
 

It was at this time that my father, who came to Morocco in 1946 to participate in the construction of the dam Bin el Ouidane, seeking a place of residence for his family, bought the building "LUCIA" Honora to Mr. . That was in 1949.
 

My father set up a small construction company, he participated among others in the construction of the station and the buildings of the airport ... Until 1954 Mogador was our adopted land and the house LUCIA, our house ... But in 1954 we left Essaouira to Agadir, my father stationed at the Defense Plant participated in the anti acrilienne (against locusts).
 

In 1956, the return to France became inevitable ...
 

Our house was deserted LUCIA ... rented a time of cooperating (1977), then squatted, and it was only after 40 years as I Yves Pélissier, the youngest of the siblings, born right here, I could give a new birth in the home of our childhood, making the present hotel, which I renamed "Al Zahia" in memory of the House LUCIA ".
 

This story was told to me by Yves Pélissier, owner of the hotel, which I served as a scribe ...