From Taghazout, we drove north to the picturesque little town of Essaouira. We met up with friends and ate the best Harira there, a traditional Berber soup. We managed to get lost in the tiny medina, a maze of little alleys. A retired fisher gave us an involuntary tour of the small port before we headed to the beach that stretched endlessly, perfect for a long lazy walk in the sun.
M and I set out to Morocco at the beginning of January to escape the winter weather for two weeks. We spent the first few days in a little fisher village in the south called Taghazout, doing exactly what we set out to: catch some waves, eat, read and sleep a lot. When showering becomes optional and your hair turns into salty dreads, that's when you know the real vacation has started.
All images curtesy of the iPhone, aka perfect in a pinch. A few more shots on my Instagram, if you wanna follow along.