Essaouira, city of doors

We dodged a few raindrops and ducked into a restaurant for lunch just as it started to rain. We ended up on the third floor in a low-ceilinged room with several other groups of foreigners, French, Spanish and German. We had an especially nice chat with a German woman who was on a two week holiday (she chose Morocco because she wanted someplace close, and warm) while she is between jobs. On her return she moves from Frankfurt to Berlin. Her English was excellent (studied English Lit in college just because she likes it), as was her French.

There is lots of shopping in the medina here, and lots of old buildings.

Most of all, Essaouira has doors. Here are some of them.

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Published by winifredcreamer

I am a retired archaeologist and I like to travel, especially to places where you can walk along the shore or watch birds. My husband Jonathan and I travel for more than half the year every year, seeing all the places that we haven't gotten to yet.

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