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One of the first stories I remember is the one my father used to tell me about our family's origins. PHOTO (COLOR): The verdant hideaway of Dar al Hossoun, in Taroudant, on the southern coast PHOTO (COLOR): The white-and-blue architecture of Essaouira, beyond the city walls PHOTO (COLOR): A cozy space inside Dar al Hossoun; mounds of olives and fruits from a vendor in Essaouira PHOTO (COLOR): On the streets of Taroudant; private gardens in Taroudant; serving Berber tea in the Atlas Mountains; antiques for sale in Taroudant PHOTO (COLOR): Traditional chicken tagine; a popular way to get around the Atlas Mountains PHOTO (COLOR): A highly textured bedroom with traditional Amazigh crafts at Dar al Hossoun; young merchants selling rugs on the streets of Taroudant; a bowl of local oranges at Dar al Hossoun PHOTO (COLOR) PHOTO (COLOR) PHOTO (COLOR) PHOTO (COLOR) PHOTO (COLOR) PHOTO (COLOR) PHOTO (COLOR) ESSAOUIRA It's another few hours' drive from Imsouane to Essaouira, the weathered blue-tone city of fishing skiffs, sleeping cats, clamoring gulls, and Portuguese cannons poking from peeling citadel walls. I'd told him not to worry - I would tell her the story. traveling morocco's southern coast TAROUDANT This city, an hour and a half inland from Agadir, is an evocative gateway to the snow-capped High Atlas mountains. [Extracted from the article] |
