The White City of Morocco Embraced Me, Essaouira, Morocco

Yes, Essaouira is really white, a shiny decadent white. The light and the air are white too and make it very difficult to focus on details. The wind is like a leitmotif and spread brackish everywhere. Resisting to it would be too tiresome and useless… I let it carry me away and started strolling around this ancient surprising town.

Aimlessly meander within the walls enclosing this small almost perfect town, made of little streets perpendicular to each other, all converging in the main street featuring a beautiful porch. Such planimetric perfection had the name been changed, from the ancient Mogador, given by the Portuguese invaders, to Essaouira, the beautifully designed.

The white walls of Essaouira are studded with endless more or less bright turquoise spots. Color notes from the doors and windows in painted wood to the myriad of local artisan shops displaying beautiful Moorish lamps, objects in tadelak, shishas, embroidered fabrics, ornaments and other objects in Thuya, marquetry, carpets and any kind of souvenirs.

Stop and chat and bargain with the shopkeepers that inspire you. If you do it with a smile and appreciating their products, in less than no time you’ll find yourself sitting on stools appeared out from who knows where, tasting the best mint tea in the world in small gorgeous burning glasses. To buy my beautiful pipe it took almost an hour, many laughs, three glasses of tea and a variety of tests, strictly with the caramel tobacco that I love. ...... (follow the instructions below for accessing the rest of this article).