Out for a stroll on the old sea wall in Essaouira.
The old Portuguese cannons, from the days when this was Mogador.
Isn't that a sinister name? Sounds straight out of Tolkien.
And in the main square:
And the harbor.
And the beach!
(Clementine's first-ever opportunity to swim in the sea, and she loved it!)
A very beautiful, colorful, and relaxing town. We loved it!
(More of Essaoira to come. But right now I'm falling asleep. Good night!)
For the blue doors of Essaouira, click here.