Essaouira was definitely an experience, to say the least! Even as a bird-enthusiast (*cough* JooJoo does mean "Bird" in Farsi) I think I can safely say I've seen enough seagulls to last a lifetime. This was also the first time I traveled with my friend + photographer Youssef, and he was having his own emotional roller-coaster in his relationship with the birds, ending I think when one decided that his jacket would make a great place to poop. Easily the highlight of
As someone who is not really into visiting tourist sites or following guidebooks, I really enjoyed my time in Essaouira walking slowly around the port (minus the incredibly strong stench of fish) and in and out of the endless handicraft shops that lined the streets outside our airbnb. Moroccans run on a slower clock than I am used to in Chicago, so travelling with one really forced me to take a few steps back. In this trip, I learned how to let the breeze take away the demands of time.
Photos; Youssef, edits: myself | Location: Essaouira, Morocco | Scarf: Iran | Blouse, pants: Zara | Purse: c/o Macys | Boots: c/o Zappos