Through binoculars from a hot tub at Kasbah Tamadot.
I’ve been writing about Morocco:
“My personal Marrakech-to-Essaouira playlist probably wouldn’t have included German power ballad ‘Wind of Change’ by Scorpions but it was our sharp-suited driver’s CD, and he didn’t speak English so we went with it. By the time the unplugged recording of Hotel California (the audience was really loving that guitar solo) started up for the third time, my California boy was shaking with stifled hysteria and I attempted to speak French for the first time in over a decade. (Our driver, it turned out, was a delight.) Three hours, several Bon Jovi songs, and one shining-sea-as-our-backdrop photoshoot later, we arrived at Essaouira’s shoreline. We were handed over to a silent gent with a cart who whisked us through the gate in the medina wall and led us to Dar Maya…” — read the rest at Mr & Mrs Smith.