The Blue City

Since we didn't have to travel from a great distance on Thursday to get back to home sweet Golden Tulip Farah Hotel, the Marrakech marauders, led by fearless Houria and our van driver set off for Chefchaouen, in the north of Morocco.  It was dark when we left town and as the sun emerged and fog burned off, the scenery became progressively green as we rode north on winding two lane highways.

We stopped off for breakfast at a bakery, which resembled our donut shops, and ate French pastries with juice and some strong coffee.  We made another stop in the country at a gas station with a scenic view out back.

We made another stop in the country at a gas station with a scenic view out back.

We rode past small towns with children walking to school.  We saw shepherds and goat herders tending their livestock.  We passed women carrying children on their backs.

Chefchaouen was the most beautiful place we visited on our tour.  If I ever return, I hope to just spend two or three days there shopping, dining and taking in the city from the Kasbah or the top of the mountain overlooking the city.  The group went sightseeing, took pictures, shopped and toured the picturesque Kasbah.  

Unbelievable end of a dream trip.

OinM