Rabat is the political capital of Morocco. It’s not usually a very popular destination for tourists but I find it’s palm lined streets and European flare are worth a stop.
The Mohammed V avenue is lined with majestic palm trees leading up to the city’s Grand Mosque.
Part of the city is nested within the walls of the Royal Palace. Crisp and redish-brown, this high wall is quite impressive.
Chellah is a site of ancient ruins which is now covered in vegetation and hold different monuments and gardens. Unfortunately a rain storm didn’t permit us to explore what is considered to be Rabat’s most quiet and romantic spot.
In cafés, memories of an important French presence can still be tasted!
In Islam, Friday is the most important day of prayer. The mosques are so full that people are backed up right into the streets.
After a huge rain-storm, the old medina is calm and almost deserted … how very rare!
Like in every city, the doors are always a showstopper for me.
A mosaic maker exposes his work in the narrow entrance of his workshop.
A few doors down, raw wool can be bought.
Any small space can be turned into a shop!
An old abandoned fountain still sits in one of the narrow streets of the medina.
