There’s a place where the Atlantic Ocean doesn’t just crash—it sings. Where cobalt-blue fishing boats bob like toys in the harbor, and the scent of cedarwood mingles with salt spray. Welcome to Essaouira, Morocco’s windswept gem, a town that feels less like a destination and more like a serendipitous friend you’ve known forever.
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