Things to Do at Mahkama du Pacha
Complete Guide to Mahkama du Pacha in Casablanca
About Mahkama du Pacha
What to See & Do
Courtyard of the Ambassadors
A rectangle of zellige where fountains hiss and the marble underfoot stays cool even at noon; look up and storks balance on the rim of the green-tiled roof.
cedar-and-ebony salon
Room 12, nicknamed the ‘throne room’—its ceiling is a fist-deep relief of stars and pine cones, and the light through the stained glass paints your hands rose-gold.
Hammam alcove
Behind a studded door you’ll catch damp lime and olive-oil soap; the tiny plunge pool is dry, yet the acoustics still turn a whisper into a cathedral echo.
Ministerial staircase
A flight of 36 steps carved from a single block of marble; climb slowly and the stone sings—a thin, metallic ring like a struck glass.
Rooftop pigeon towers
Ask politely and the guards will let you up one level; from here the Atlantic spray of Hassan II Mosque smacks your cheeks while diesel fumes climb from the boulevard below.
Practical Information
Opening Hours
Open 08:00-12:00 and 14:00-17:30 on weekdays, but if a delegation arrives they’ll shut the doors without notice—arrive before 10:00 for the best odds.
Tickets & Pricing
Entry is free, yet you must leave your passport with the gate sergeant; tipping the assigned guardian about 20 MAD oils the way to the upper floors.
Best Time to Visit
Morning light rakes the carved ceilings; afternoons are quieter but guards slack off on unlocking side chambers.
Suggested Duration
Allow 45 minutes for the main courtyards, 90 if you charm a guardian into opening the ministerial offices upstairs.
Getting There
Things to Do Nearby
Five minutes north; buy a paper cone of peppery snails and listen to auctioneers rattle prices in Darija—perfect after the calm of Mahkama.
An art-deco gallery ten minutes south on Brahim Roudani; rotating Moroccan modern shows give context to the craftsmanship you just walked under at Mahkama du Pacha.
A gritty 1930s block opposite the court; the seventh-floor café pours bitter espresso and looks straight back onto Mahkama’s green roof tiles—cheap, zero tourists.
Tucked in the side streets behind the court; sacks of fermented olives reek of leather and lemon, and vendors let you taste straight from wooden barrels.