Essaouira

The road to Agadir in Essaouira is quite pretty, and she sometimes think of the famous Road One connecting Los Angeles and San Francisco when the mountain meets the sea and the mist is involved.
As an air of Road One between LA and San Francisco ... But we are in Morocco!

We meet, in addition to green oasis in a fairly rocky environment, fish sellers who offer their fishing all cool ... right on the road, and argan oil salesmen lazing in the shade of an argan which seem so alone in the middle of nowhere they seem emerged from a hiding place underground where they return after dark.
Once in Essaouira, we leave the car on a guarded parking lot at the entrance, as well as Rhodes, the old city is surrounded by a wall and winding medieval streets are closed to cars.

As soon as we enter we are struck by the atmosphere there, very different from Agadir (that's saying something!). Tourists make their somehow a path between mopeds, bicycles, carts, dogs, cats and traders stalls overflowing on the dirt road, it honks, it discusses, it rattle in a joyful and bustling brothel. At the time it makes me think of the streets of Old Delhi in India!
We quickly go out of the main streets to engulf us in the narrow lanes that actually have nothing to envy the medieval streets of Rhodes, looking for our riad. Moroccan traditional habitat and heir straight Roman villas, riads are multi-storey houses arranged around a courtyard open to the sky, which usually has no windows open to the outside (to keep freshness), and a roof terrace ideal for taking his little dej 'in the morning.
                                                                             
                                                                                           by :  Olivier Roland