Essaouira Trip

Essaouira, in Morocco, was one of the cities that most captivated me with its sense of "unhurried pace": the white walls and blue doors of the medina, the smell of sardines wafting from the harbor, the sound of the Atlantic wind ruffling my hair, and the rhythm of Gnaoua spreading through the streets in the evening. I'm someone who, after living in cities like Donetsk, St. Petersburg, and Moscow where winter is particularly harsh, has now become accustomed to living in Marmaris...