A different kind of beach combing
Every morning we woke early and practiced yoga overlooking the sea. Sometimes the air smelled of banana plants, other mornings it was dusty with a whiff of smoke and saltiness...one morning the essence of camels drifted up as a caravan passed along the edge of the beach. We ate well. We slept well. We explored the souks. We bought Moroccan wine in Agadir. We surfed. We gathered broken bits of history on the beach...
Km 12, Aourir، N1, Morocco