I’m lucky enough to have made this my third trip to Morocco in a year’s time. Not something I would have predicted happening or even being possible but the beauty and otherworldliness of this country is addictive. I’ve visited Marrakech, Rabat, Casablanca, and the Atlas Mountains which means next to explore are Tangiers and Essaouira. The warmth of the people, the storied surroundings, the Californian-friendly climate and palm tree frequency, the ORANGE JUICE. Solid combination. Here are some of my recommendations on how to experience cool things there.
And yeah can’t wait to go back.
From the last day in Rabat with that twinge of having to leave soon making everything around us that much more beautiful. Somehow the most pajama-like combination my suitcase had to offer was the only one I hadn’t worn yet. The loose pants I got in Paris back in March during a strategic Iro rampage, the top is yet another perfect Anine Bing basic.
(LF sweater, Iro Irwin skirt, vintage bag, Isabel Marant Carol sandals)
There’s an eerie knocking sound that storks make by tapping their beaks really quickly which, along with dead silence, was the only soundtrack to the hour spent wandering around the obviously super haunted ruins of Chellah outside of Rabat. I’m not sure if it was just luck that we went when it was so deserted – it’s definitely one of those overgrown cat-ruled type of spots that I try not to skip when visiting a new place. I really don’t know where to start with the Morocco posting, the volume of incredible things I saw makes it kind of like staring up a sheer cliff face. But new animal friends can’t be a bad place to set off from? Or something? I wore my current default sandals with that Iro skirt, an old cropped knit I packed last minute, and a bright woven bag I found at a swap meet in San Diego forever ago.
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