I'd booked a room at the Riad Ghallia, but when I arrived I was infuriated to be told that I had been put in another, L'Arbre et L'Oiseau, and that "it was the same thing - they both belong to the same owner", which irritated me and got things off to a bad start.
(All that I saw of the original Riad Ghallia was when I had to trek round there when I left, because for some reason I couldn't pay by credit card in L'Arbe et L'Oiseau. )
The only thing I really enjoyed about this place was breakfast on the roof. Otherwise, the room was just a closed-off bit of corridor with a few bits of cheap vaguely Islamic-looking pieces of furnture (e.g. an unusable chair designed like a Koran stand, and a low table with vaguely Malian-looking wooden heads sticking out of each end), and I found it very, very difficult to find again if I went out.
I left Marrakesh with a sour taste in my mouth, and it was largely due to this riad.