Morocco

Where color, chaos and calm somehow belong together.

I wandered blue alleyways in Chefchaouen, watched the sun dip behind Marrakech’s rooftops, and listened as the call to prayer echoed across the medina in Fes. The souks buzz with life - spices, leather, music, and the constant shuffle of feet.

But then there’s Essaouira. Whitewashed walls, salty air, crashing waves. I spent days there doing nothing in particular, just watching seagulls circle the ramparts and sipping mint tea on breezy rooftops where time slows down.

From the silence of the Sahara to the sharp peaks of the High Atlas, Morocco is both movement and stillness. It’s a place to get lost, and to find stories around every corner.