I have had gobs of good luck during my 70 (yikes!) years, but houseguesting within the confines of the Majorelle Garden rates right up there with stellar friendships, intense romance, a gratifying career, and the delights of owning a small, white house with a big, wet view

From 1975 until now, I’ve traveled 45 times to this florid, mysterious, impossibly exotic, and assiduously maintained North African compound, owned and made famous by the late French couturier Yves Saint Laurent.

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