Essaouira, Morocco
Brighton-on-the-beach except with a souk.
Or, Fez's darkest alley except it's one that ends in a beach side cafe.
Odd this: that the ladies are taking the promenade in the djellabas and the men hovering by the fish shack are hooded.
Arrive at Essaouira this evening (from Fez -6 hours on a train then 3 this afternoon on a bus) and it's unsettling me.
My heart might still be in that dark alley, and can't reconcile the call to prayer going out over thatched beach umbrellas...
C – seaside
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