An essay on Essaouira
The fairy-tale ramparts and the blue-shuttered, whitewashed houses, the charming little fishing port or the gaggle of art galleries. There is a special magic to Essaouira [ الصويرة], its mediteranean charm and bohemian feel ever enchanting to outsiders. Yet, the oriental gaze is never far away. Being sensitive to its obstrusive image, I walked the streets endlessly to discover more. Luckily, Essaouira is keen on keeping its mysteries unraveled by those who come from far. These images respect Essaouira's mysteriousness, protected by the countless seagulls, the morning mist, the ocean and its people.