I leave Omar Garcia Lopez , my friend and guide from Tangier to join this charming mountain village a few hours by bus.
I'm not very comfortable to leave my camera in the crowded streets of the Moroccan medina, difficult to avoid being a woman holding a SLR asparagus without appearing to be a voyeur shady .. Hence
the streets empty and quiet of the morning on my photos, when the Blue City of Chefchaouen is bathed in the blue of early morning, filling the blue eyes of the first survey: often old gents with jellabahs wool, walking with hands behind back. (I did not dare shoot their wrinkles which I fell in love *-*)... and me looking for a hot chocolate and a freshly squeezed orange juice.
Soon the noise returns, the streets fill up, merchants open, it smells like semolina bread, pancakes with honey and steaming tea. The television lights and hear the protesters shouting Egyptian in all cafes of Chefchaouen.
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