Listening to the Sea: The Unfinished Line of Lalla Mira

Essaouira.

The pulse of the guembri.

The iron clatter of qraqeb.

Voices from a nearby market.

I am thinking of that place I once visited.

Morocco is a country of colours. The sun there doesn’t let anything stay pale for long.

The deep red of Marrakech walls, the cobalt blue of Chefchaouen’s alleys, the golden dunes of Merzouga... Yet beneath this brightnes…