A city framed by the imposing Rif Mountains with a medina bordered by a waterfall and filled with buildings, doors, trees, everything painted calming shades of blue, and with enough hash to go round for everyone. A truly magnificently relaxed and beautiful place.
We lost a week here. The following set of photos will make it very easy for you to understand why.
Restaurant Populaire Bab Ssour
Aside from Hassan's tagines in Mirleft, this was the only restaurant that we returned to again and again and again. And again. Yes, we went there four times.
Calamari, anchovy, prawn and wild mushroom tagines to die for and tanjia like beef that rivals that of Marrakech (albeit that was lamb) lured us back time and time again.
Oh, and tea that was brewed with what we believed to be tarragon was more than enough for dessert.
Orange Juice
Sitting up next to the waterfall having the best OJ of the trip was a daily highlight of Chefchaouen too. When we could pry the man away from his kif pipe to press it for us that is.
