Imagine an entire city with most of the walls, stairways, doors, houses — and gravestones, too — painted blue. Welcome to Chefchaouen, Morocco. It may be the most beautiful city I’ve ever seen.
Theories differ as to what prompted this local custom. Some say Jewish people painted things blue when they moved here in the 1930s to get away from Hitler. Others say the color discourages mosquitoes. Blue has historically been a spiritual color and some believe the extensive use of it becomes a constant reminder to live a spiritual life. It’s strange that the origin of all this blue remains a mystery.
The city name is pronounced “shef CHOW win” though Moroccans refer to it as ‘chaouen.
Gretchen grew up in Harlingen, Texas, which is in the southern tip of the state. She has lived in Syria, Cairo or Turkey for much of her adult life.
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I finally realized I could share your blog with my Facebook friends, and can’t thank you enough for how your intimate observations and astute writing it has enriched my existence! I’m curious to know what camera you are using to take the excellent photos. I don’t think it’s an iPhone…xo
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The photos are taken with my iPhone. I took nearly 500 photos on the Chefchaouen trip, then chose the ones I thought captured the experience the best.
Hi Bart,
I am getting such an education through your posts. When I think of Morocco I imagine Arabian tents and belly dancers. How is their food? I ate at an “authentic” Moroccan restaurant once (I don’t get out much), it was delicious.
Happy trails,
Karen
Hi Karen,
The Muslim influence means there are few belly dancers…
As to the food, it’s quite good but limited. Tagines are stewed meats with vegetables. My favorite is chicken tagine with lemon and olives. Couscous refers to a meal rather than a grain like in the U.S. It’s steamed vegetables and meat served on top of couscous, on huge platters, and everyone gets a spoon and eats from the bowl. No one has their own plate. We had a couscous here at the residency with Tetouan artists. You choose a section of it that becomes “yours”… but still. It’s interesting to eat communally with five people (there was a second large bowl being shared by another six people.)
I love these photos Bart. Especially that they only paint as high as they can reach.
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I am struck by the quality of the light and what seems to be a complete absence of smog. 😉
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I finally realized I could share your blog with my Facebook friends, and can’t thank you enough for how your intimate observations and astute writing it has enriched my existence! I’m curious to know what camera you are using to take the excellent photos. I don’t think it’s an iPhone…xo
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Hi Jennie,
Thank you for sharing the blog with others. At the beginning I recognized the email addresses of everyone reading it, but now there are more and more people following along I don’t know.
The photos are taken with my iPhone. I took nearly 500 photos on the Chefchaouen trip, then chose the ones I thought captured the experience the best.
And I’m glad you’re enjoying the blog.
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Hi Bart,
I am getting such an education through your posts. When I think of Morocco I imagine Arabian tents and belly dancers. How is their food? I ate at an “authentic” Moroccan restaurant once (I don’t get out much), it was delicious.
Happy trails,
Karen
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Hi Karen,
The Muslim influence means there are few belly dancers…
As to the food, it’s quite good but limited. Tagines are stewed meats with vegetables. My favorite is chicken tagine with lemon and olives. Couscous refers to a meal rather than a grain like in the U.S. It’s steamed vegetables and meat served on top of couscous, on huge platters, and everyone gets a spoon and eats from the bowl. No one has their own plate. We had a couscous here at the residency with Tetouan artists. You choose a section of it that becomes “yours”… but still. It’s interesting to eat communally with five people (there was a second large bowl being shared by another six people.)
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