Marrakesh is a bustling, energetic, beautiful city, no doubt. I find I appreciate it most by escaping on a regular basis. A mere 3 hours southeast lies a sweet little fishing village by the name of Essaouira. It’s as charming as the guide books say, because in Essaouira you can:
- Eat fish so fresh it basically jumped out of the ocean and onto the grill.
- Walk fearlessly in the traffic-free zone of the old city and markets, so liberating when you have precious young ones with you.
- Speaking of young ones, ours spent all day in the ocean. They only came out for food or, with great reluctance, when the sun went down. It’s a famous surf spot too.
- Shop with very little hassle. This means a lot to me coming from Marrakesh where the shopkeepers’ persistence is more of a deterrent than an invitation to buy.
The port at sunset (to take this picture I had to actually turn away from lifeguarding the kids as they frolicked in the waves. They survived my momentary neglect):
The view from our hotel window. Riad Mimouna. At high tide it felt as if the whole place could just float away. The sound of the ocean is purifyingly primordial.
One little sunburned monkey smiling with all his might:
Most of the remaining photos are organized under the theme of, wait for it, arches. I came up with that.
Outside the hotel. The bicycle made this snapshot worth taking, for some reason.
The hotel courtyard…
The cart used to transport luggage through the narrow street. This one is especially festive. I love when attention to detail is put into the simplest things, like this:
The hotel courtyard again..
This next photo is a nod to the cliche photos of the Famous Blue Doors of Essaouira. What you don’t see is the hoard of tourists behind me taking the exact same shot. Pondering these doors got me to thinking of Leonard Coehn’s moody song from the ’70’s Famous Blue Raincoat. The mind wanders.