Some posts on this site contain affiliate links. If you book or buy something through these links, I earn a small commission at no extra cost to you. Take a look at my privacy policy for more information. This review of Hammam Ziani in Marrakech is a few years old now, but the traditional hammam experience itself is hundreds of years old, so the story is still relevant!
The first time I visited Marrakech, I was keen to try out a traditional hammam experience. In the end, I was a little too nervous to go for the authentic public hammam alone. Instead, I headed to a swish hotel in the Nouvelle Ville and treated myself to a pricey, private, hammam and massage.
Luckily, I later got the opportunity to travel back to Marrakech with a group of work colleagues. So I could head bravely into a public hammam with a group of girls surrounding me.
On arrival at the Hammam Ziani β an unassuming-looking building on the edge of the Marrakech Medina β we were ushered into a small, brightly lit changing room and ordered out of our clothes. The attendants, laughing at the shock on our faces, handed us tiny paper g-strings and sent us behind a curtain to change. Although my briefs were constantly in the way, so it might have been better to just brave the paper pants! We all had a laugh as we were splashed down with hot water by the bucket load!
Pretty quickly, we were led through into the steam room. So there was no need to worry about covering my wobbly bits! The domed roof was studded with tiny windows filtered by coloured plastic , filling the room with a gloomy but colourful light, as the noise of our giggling and gossip echoed around.
