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Day 13 Essaouira -
breakfast we wandered over to the port, where the fishermen were still
unloading last night's catch. What a haul they seem to have had -
thousands and thousands of glittering silver fishes, all of a size.
Considering that the huge Japanese fishing vessels have moved into the
coastal waters of Morocco (more or less with permission, per Meli),
today must have been a relatively good day for the locals, as there were
fish (and people) everywhere. Why are most of the boats bright blue, we
wondered? To fool the fish? Or just because they look so beautiful?
Boat are still being constructed in the port in the traditional manner.
The seagulls surveyed the scene from the ribs of one of these boats.
Some women were in evidence, very well covered in a variety of somewhat
bizarre outfits. Was the facial covering for modesty or to lessen
effect of the fishy smell?
in the harbor area, we discovered a movie being filmed - flags and
medieval fighting gear was in evidence, along with good-looking,
We found eels and larger fish being unloaded further along, and then
wandered the edge of the city wall, eyeing shops with intriguing items
for sale - leather goods, pottery, scarves and other fabric items,
jewelry and so much more.
After a morning coffee break (good coffee), we went our separate ways,
some looking for spices, others seeking 'the best' inlaid wooden box,
and others just wandering. The medina is so very colorful, and the
shopkeepers friendly, but not too aggressive, What a charming small
A chance encounter on the street, just when hunger was demanding
attention, led three of us to a charming Italian restaurant, run by an
Italian family. Although the cheese on the caprese salad wasn't 'real'
mozzarella, the three pastas we chose were excellent.
Naps and relaxation seemed to be required, and an afternoon walk on the
We climbed the ramparts to see the long line of cannons, from the
17th-18th century when Portugal was a force in this area. The sea below
was quite turbulent, and we watched a few men harvesting mussels (or
oysters?) from the rocks below, seemingly risking their lives as the
waves rolled over them.