First we saw lights...and pots...and tagines....
We stayed at an apartment that was within the city walls and within the streets where other Essaouirans lived rather than in a large hotel 1km away. We smelt the sewers, heard the kids playing football against our door at 10pm, heard the time screwed rooster at 2am...and 6am....and 10am (obviously catering for all tourists and not running on GMT!), ate the local food, walked back through the local streets.
Bought hats from this amazing guy who puts my hat knitting to shame. Each day he churns out at least three or four! They were made from exquisitely soft wool too - none of this itchy, scratchy shite! We managed to relieve him of a day's work and are now suitably attired for British winter dog walking and chicken minding.
Boys (and girls) found large artillery and felt the need to lie across it, or pose with the wind blowing scarves into pointy elf attire.
Then there were fantastic finds on the beach. This shell made it home with us...still stmelling rather fishy!
Oh and no trip to Morocco would be complete without haggling for a carpet...or two. This is the lovely Abdullah who sold us a carpet...and another.....
The calls to prayer five times a day. We were there during Ramadam so we were also witness to the siren sound to end and begin the fast each day.
Then removing the shoes before entering. We were then treated to bread with argan oil, honey and a paste made from argan oil, the ground nut and honey - tasted rather like almond butter - very more-ish.