Photographer Adrienne Pitts traveled with friends to the “blue town” of Chefchaouen in Morocco for a few days of exploration.
THE APPROACH TO CHEFCHAOUEN had us a little nervous. As the taxi wound its way over the hills, we were a bit dubious as we saw a lot of white and very little blue dotted around the landscape.
“Huh Where’s all the blue Did every photographer who’s been here lie Is nothing sacred anymore”
Like many places in Morocco, the most photographed and oldest parts of the city are held within the medina. Chefchaouen has an old town and a new town, and the old town remains hidden from view until you walk through one of the gates and discover it on foot.
Walking around “Chaouen” is kind of like being at Disneyland: total overload for the eyes. During our time there, we wandered the medina from top to bottom and back again, clambered to the old fortress wall to look out over the city, got oered hashish more times than we could count, came across so many genuinely kind people, made friends with all the cats, discovered one of the few places in town to get an ice-cold beer and took more photographs than we could possibly have anticipated. The town was dotted with more colors than just its famed blue: bags of open, powdered paint line the shop fronts, ready for you to pick your favorite hue to take home.
And that was Chefchaouen. Where we found the best ke a (meatballs), made many new friends and got lost in a sea of blue. It was definitely a place that was good for the soul.