My brain has been stuck in neutral for over a week. I want to blog but I get blogger's block and nothing gets done. Rather than continue to post bupkus, I decided to grab a picture from my library at random and blog about it. Whatever "it" maybe. So here goes....... The lucky winner is a cat in lazing in front of a shop in Essaouira, Morocco.
This year the hubby and I high tailed to Morocco for a 15 day tour called The Colours of Morocco with Intrepid travel.
So when we arrived in laid back Essaouira on day 11 we were ready for a break. The fresh ocean breeze was a welcome change from stifling dry desert air. It smelled and felt different.
The old town area near the beach preserves Essaouira's place in Moroccan and European history as an important port that linked the Sahara and Morocco with Europe.
The old town has impressive fortified walls built in the 18th century based on European military architecture in a North African. To me it felt like an English coastal town. It made me think of a Jane Austen novel. Upon entering the impressive city gates all European similarities go out the window.
Cafes, stalls and shops occupy every nook and cranny. You see faded white walls, blue doors and golden yellow Moroccan slippers everywhere. There are the typical labyrinthine streets and alleys. You cannot escape that fact that you are in Morocco with a different flavor.