Essaouira is a two and a half our drive west of Marrakech on the coast, the drive through arid land, the road lined with eucalypts. We had a short wander through the markets then found a terrace near the beach and ate and watched the sun set. Tom bought a coconut macaroon from a street seller who offered him a hash cookie but he told him his Mum would’t left him have one. Another vendor offered 2500 dirhams for his Lego watch.
The wind from the Atlantic will blow your hair off here and the seagulls are huge, well fed from the fish from the busy port.