Le Bol de Saigon, Marrakech

What fascinates me about Mr. S’s cigarette is that it’s never less than ¾Ã¢â‚¬Â in length. Is it a real cigarette? Does he smoke ¼ of an inch then light a new one? It’s a mystery that presents itself on each of my three visits to Le Bol de Saigon, where Mr. S takes our order on the tiny roadside terrace before retiring inside with his cigarette and large glass of red wine.

Bd Abdelkrim Khattabi, Marrakech, Morocco

Wine and Peace at Stansted’s New Escape Lounge

After approximately forty minutes of witnessing a small child (not mine) karate chopping the air in front of my face before kicking up a royal stink when his demands for sweeties were denied I’m ready to administer the Ritalin myself. Thankfully the Escape Lounge offers a timely getaway.