Chefchaouen, Morocco in Photos

In my last post about Morocco, I wrote about a vivid moment from my week in Chefchaouen, one that has stuck with me ever since. I also wanted to share more of the photos. As always, each of them tells their own story, though less elaborately (for me) as with prose. I’m a writer first and foremost, but as I’ve travelled I’ve tried to improve my photography as much as possible. Chefchaouen is such a photogenic place that it was a pleasure to spend my days wandering and writing and taking photos.

As I said in the prior piece, the town isn’t all awash in blue, regardless of what this photoessay would suggest. Outside the medina the town is like many others, with neon signs and banks and straight roads. I spent most of my time inside the medina, however, lost in a reverie of colour and texture.

Here are some of my favourite photos from my time in Chefchaouen.

Cobblestones.

 

One of the first things that stood out in Chefchaouen: the grey cobblestones against the bright walls.
One of the first things that stood out in Chefchaouen: the grey cobblestones against the bright walls.
Chefchaouen, Morocco
So much so that I wanted to see what the city looked like in monochrome
Chefchaouen, Morocco in Black and White
Blotting out the colour, the cobblestones that stand out.
Chefchaouen, Morocco in Colour
In colour, the walls are the first thing you notice, shadows of a mosque reflected upon them in the sun.
Little girl in Chefchaouen, Morocco
But stepping back a few steps pushes the cobblestones and the walls back to the forefront.
Eid al-Adha in Chefchaouen
Even when sheep skins are involved.

Cats.

 

Cat, Chefchaouen
Not all of the cats were healthy. Many fought for food in the twisted alleyways, hoping for leftovers from Eid.
Cat vs. Boy
Cat vs. boy in a toy-off.
Cat sleeping the day away
Cat sleeping the day away.
Cat sleeping the day away in Chefchaouen
Until I woke him up, that is….
Cats begging for food
Cats begging for food, the norm at any of the town’s restaurants.
A kitten outside the furn in Chefchaouen
A kitten outside the furn (the community bakery) in Chefchaouen

Doorways and alleyways.

 

Chefchaouen, Morocco plants
One of the many doorways that beckoned.
Shades of blue in chefchaouen
Shades of blue.
Shades of blue
Every corner led to a new alley or courtyard to discover.
Brass detailing on the doors
Brass detailing on the doors.
Detailing on the doors, Morocco
Another, less brassy but just as beautiful.
Tiny hotels tucked into alleys
Tiny hotels tucked into alleys.
Domesticating blue.
Loved the green against the blue.
Quiet alleys
Quiet alleys.
Only jalabas and cobblestones
Only jalabas and cobblestones to be seen.
One of my favourite doors in Morocco
One of my favourite doors in Morocco.

Errant goat.

 

Goat
Errant goat came meandering into the alleyways, only to be chased out by a frantic boy about 5 minutes later.

Colours.

 

Pigment
The pigment is what makes these buildings as memorable as they are; sold at many of the shops along the main streets.
Pigment blues
Pigment for painting.
Olives in Morocco
The downside to visiting Morocco? People keep offering you olives. Yuck.
Markets and movement in one of the main intersections.
Markets and movement in one of the main intersections.
Moroccan tiles
Moroccan tiles in one of the many colourful doorways.
Running through the alleys of Chefchaouen's medina
Running through the alleys of Chefchaouen’s medina
Dried peppers
Dried peppers.
Black pepper
Black pepper.
Musk, used as perfume in many parts of the Middle East and North Africa
Scented musk tablets, used as perfume in many parts of the Middle East and North Africa.

A wider city outside the Medina’s gates.

 

Chefchaouen in miniature
Chefchaouen in miniature.
Chefchaouen as seen from "The Source", a waterfall above the city.
A clear blue sky.
Chefchaouen as seen from The Source
Chefchaouen as seen from “The Source”, a waterfall above the city.

A final sunset.

 

Sky over Chefchaouen
Sky over Chefchaouen, a promising start to my last night in town.
Sunset from Riad Baraka
Sunset from Riad Baraka’s rooftop.
A perfect end to my week.
A perfect end to my week.
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