Exploring the Blue Pearl of Morocco: A Journey to Chefchaouen

Washing Away the Day

Today was a gentle immersion into the everyday life of Chefchaouen, a stark contrast to the more tourist-centric activities we've been enjoying. It's these quieter moments, observing the rhythm of local life, that truly embed a place in your heart. Today was a day to observe, reflect, and appreciate the simple beauty around me.

Our day began, as many do, with a hearty breakfast at Café Restaurant Marisco Twins. The cafe was indeed a culinary gem, blending traditional Moroccan flavors with contemporary dining. I opted for a vegetable tagine, eager to taste the local produce simmered in fragrant spices. Klaus, ever the adventurous one, chose a pizza, a surprising but welcome offering on their diverse menu. The atmosphere was warm and inviting, just what we needed to start our day. We sat outside, soaking in the views of Chefchaouen's blue-washed buildings. It’s fascinating how a simple meal can set the tone for the entire day, especially when shared with good company.


Experience authentic Moroccan cuisine with a modern twist at Café Restaurant Marisco Twins in Chefchaouen's enchanting atmosphere.

After breakfast, we made our way to Lavadero de la Ciudad, the city's old washhouse. It's a place where locals have traditionally washed their clothes in the river. As we approached, the sound of flowing water grew louder, a soothing melody against the backdrop of the town. The Lavadero isn't just a place for laundry; it's a social hub, a place where stories are shared and community bonds are strengthened. I watched as women scrubbed clothes against the stones, their laughter echoing through the air. The scene was vibrant, a snapshot of daily life that felt both timeless and deeply personal. It reminded me of my own childhood in Kolašin, where the river was not just a source of water, but also a place of gathering and connection. Though I didn't partake in the washing, I dipped my feet in the cool water, a small act of participation in the life of the town.


Experience the historic Lavadero de la Ciudad in Chefchaouen, a serene washhouse that embodies the vibrant culture and beauty of Morocco.

Sometimes, the most profound travel experiences come from witnessing the ordinary.

Leaving the Lavadero, we strolled along Boulevard Mohamed V, the city's main thoroughfare. The boulevard was bustling with activity, a mix of locals and tourists all navigating the vibrant street. I enjoyed watching the rhythm of the city unfold, the vendors selling their wares, the families taking leisurely walks, and the general hum of daily life. It struck me how different this was from the meticulously curated experiences often promoted to tourists. This was real, unfiltered, and utterly captivating. We paused to admire the architecture, a blend of Moroccan and Spanish influences, a testament to the city's complex history. Klaus, with his archaeological background, was particularly fascinated by the details of the buildings, pointing out subtle nuances that I would have otherwise missed. It’s moments like these that make traveling with him so enriching; he sees the layers of history embedded in every stone.


Discover the magical blue streets of Chefchaouen, Morocco's enchanting mountain town filled with vibrant culture, stunning landscapes, and delicious cuisine.

Next on the agenda was a visit to Hibart Souvenirs Shop, a place recommended by a fellow traveler for its authentic Moroccan crafts. I was on the lookout for a special memento, something that would remind me of Chefchaouen long after I'd left. The shop was a treasure trove of handmade items, from intricately designed ceramics to colorful textiles. I spent a good hour browsing, admiring the craftsmanship and chatting with the shop owner, a friendly man who shared stories about the origins of the items. I finally settled on a beautiful handwoven Berber rug, its geometric patterns a reflection of the region's rich cultural heritage. It was a bit of a splurge, but I knew it would be a cherished reminder of my time in Chefchaouen. Maybe I could find a place for it in our Heidelberg home, perhaps in the living room, where it could add a touch of Moroccan warmth to our otherwise German-styled house. I also picked up a few smaller items, like a set of hand-painted ceramic bowls, perfect for serving traditional Montenegrin dishes back home.


Discover unique Moroccan souvenirs at Hibart Souvenirs Shop, a charming destination in Chefchaouen for travelers seeking authentic local crafts.

Lunch was at Restaurant Hajji, one of the oldest restaurants in Chefchaouen. According to some sources, the restaurant has been around since the 1940s and is still in service today. We were in the mood for traditional Moroccan fare. The restaurant was cozy, with a warm atmosphere and outdoor seating. I had a tagine with chicken and preserved lemons, a classic Moroccan dish that never fails to delight. The flavors were rich and complex, the chicken tender and succulent. Klaus opted for couscous, another staple of Moroccan cuisine. We shared a pot of mint tea, its sweetness a perfect counterpoint to the savory dishes. While enjoying our lunch, we observed the locals and tourists intermingling, sharing the same space and savoring the same flavors. It was a reminder of how food can bridge cultures and create connections.


Experience authentic Moroccan cuisine at Restaurant Hajji in Chefchaouen – where every dish tells a story of local tradition.

As the day drew to a close, we found ourselves at Restaurant Paloma, drawn in by its inviting ambiance and the promise of a delicious dinner. The restaurant offers a diverse cuisine with Berber, Mediterranean, and African inspirations. The restaurant is located on the famous Place Outa Hammam, which is really the heart of Chefchaouen. I chose a traditional Berber tagine, while Klaus, ever the adventurous eater, decided on pastilla, a savory and sweet pie that's a Moroccan specialty. The tagine was hearty and flavorful, the perfect comfort food after a day of exploring. Klaus raved about the pastilla, its layers of flaky pastry and savory filling a delightful surprise. The service was attentive, the staff eager to share their knowledge of the local cuisine. As we ate, we reflected on the day, the simple pleasures we had experienced, and the beauty we had found in the ordinary. It was a day that reminded me that travel isn't just about seeing famous landmarks; it's about connecting with people, experiencing their culture, and finding beauty in the everyday.


Discover authentic Moroccan cuisine at Restaurant Paloma in Chefchaouen - where every meal tells a story amidst stunning views.

As I sit here now, writing in my journal, I feel a deep sense of gratitude for the experiences of the day. Chefchaouen has a way of slowing you down, of inviting you to savor the moment, and of reminding you of the simple joys of life. Tomorrow, we're planning a day trip to Tetouan, a city with its own unique charm and history. We’ll start with exploring Tetuan's old Medina, and then immerse ourselves in the Tetuan Modern Art Center. But for now, I'm content to bask in the memories of today, the gentle rhythm of Chefchaouen, and the simple pleasures that have filled my heart.

I'm particularly grateful for the company of my friends on this trip. Their laughter, their insights, and their shared appreciation for the beauty of the world make every experience richer and more meaningful. As we prepare for our final days in Morocco, I know that the memories we've created here will stay with us long after we've returned home.