Entering Chefchaouen is like walking into a dream.
Wherever you’ve been in your travels, I can pretty much guarantee you’ve never seen anything like this before. An entire Medina – the core center of any North African city – awash in every single hue of blue known to mankind. Turquoise, aqua, cerulean, navy, you name it.
So many words and superlatives could describe what is essentially Morocco‘s Bluest City, and quite simply a you-must-see-this-once-in-your-lifetime kind of place.
And while blue IS the predominant color in the Medina, I loved how certain vibrant colors pop against the walls, be it spice bags, tagines, plants, djellabas or even scarves that were hand sewn by local artisans. As if the whole area was an ode to the rainbow, colors complementing each other.
Why bother with a monochrome world when you can live in technicolor?
In Chefchaouen, every corner is a photo opportunity waiting to be seized. To say that I was frantically snapping the city away is a slight understatement… in fact, my iPhone and I were having the time of our lives!
And that’s the beauty of it. Regardless of your personality type – crazy-cat-lady, architecture-aficionado or simply a street-photography-fan, there is no doubt that this city will leave you wanting more, and then some. It will either leave you speechless, or make you come up with poetic words you’d never even heard until then. It will simply bewitch you.
It may even put the rest of Morocco to shame, if you ask me…
I think the allure of the city may also be caused by the peaceful, reverie-inducing, calm atmosphere, especially when coming in from chaotic Fes or Casablanca. It’s such a relief for the senses to be able to simply wander around, without a care in the world about safety or getting lost in the maze-like Medina.
However, what really did it for me is the subtle Andalusian charm of the alleys and the courtyards – being so close to Spain and so ingrained in Moorish heritage, it doesn’t come as a surprise that most of the locals will greet you with hola instead of bonjour, and that the local flavor is more about oranges than olives. Strolling in the streets of this city very much reminded me of my time in Andalusia, despite the pristine Spanish whites being vibrant blues in this part of the world.
Chefchaouen is welcoming in a way that immediately puts you at ease, which only makes it harder to leave. And trust me, you won’t want to either.