Feel­ing Blue

Pho­tog­ra­pher Adri­enne Pitts trav­eled with friends to the “blue town” of Che­fchaouen in Morocco for a few days of ex­plo­ration.

Lonely Planet Magazine (US) - - Journal - See more of Pitts’s pho­tog­ra­phy at adri­en­nepitts.com.

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 o†ered 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.

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