It may be on Europe's doorstep, but landing in Marrakesh after a short flight from London feels like entering another world – a land of steaming souks and narrow alleys, honking donkeys and tinkling fountains. Marrakesh has no airs and graces; the city is blazingly and unashamedly itself. There's a rough-around-the-edges wildness to it, and a tolerance towards illicit pleasures, that has long attracted counter culture thrill-seekers. Keen to evoke the spirit of the city's hedonistic heyday in the '60s is boutique hotel IZZA, which recently opened its carved chestnut doors...