I can’t stop saying it: Chefchaouen is really pretty.
I knew it was blue, but I came prepared to be disappointed. Now that the rain has gone and the sun is out, it’s even more picturesque as we expected.
The town is nestled in the Rif mountains and is not for those with weak knees. There are hundreds of steps to climb and steep inclines to traverse going around the medina, but each turn would get you scrambling for your camera to take a picture.
As I said in the previous post, this place is crawling with tourists, most of which are from Europe. It’s not surprising as Morocco is just below Spain. The Spanish influence is stronger here than French. The locals can understand the language and the local dishes have Spanish influences. Speaking of Spain, guess what we saw at the nearby sari-sari store:
We haven’t tried it yet (the cookies, not the cat), opting to save it for the bus ride to Fes tomorrow. It’s only 7pm but I already feel so sleepy. Unfortunately, the backpackers hanging out in the lounge right outside our room are still very much awake.
Chefchaouen Medina photo by Cla Ines