Chefchaouen’s blue walls harken back to the 1930’s when the Jewish people were fleeing Germany. In an act of solidarity, and protest, the Jewish folk wove blue thread into their shawls. When they arrived in Morocco, they painted their walls blue.
Others say the blue walls represent the relationship between the people of Morocco and water. Still others say blue walls bring tourists. I suspect there is a little truth in all of it.
Atop the hill in Chefchaouen is a large mosque lit with a green light at night. A little research taught me that green is the most sacred color in Islam, representing the connection to the natural world. Many mosques use green lights to symbolize this connection. Throughout the day and night the call to prayer can be heard throughout the hills and town. Each time I have heard it has been a little different. It is haunting and enchanting and beautiful. Lying in bed this morning listening to the haunting calls was truly magical. Shudderingly beautiful.
Here is a peek from our hotel window.
There are so many cats roaming the streets. There are dogs and sheep and goats too. We have seen sheep tied to street signs, donkeys and sheep and goats wandering along the streets along with their owners.
It is incredibly beautiful.
We braved the Medina to see the shops. It is disorienting, but thankfully Nic is good with directions.
Just in front of our hotel is the ruin of the ancient town.
Today we head to Fes for the next few days.
























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