The reason I planned this trip to Morocco was because I saw someone’s photos of Chefchaouen—the Blue City—and couldn’t get it out of my mind. The drive through the mountains to get there was stunning, with lush green countryside, shepherds, camels, and farmers plowing fields with burros.
This village is the very definition of picturesque. Every time I turned a corner, there was another charming doorway or irresistible alley. I loved every minute. Anna and I went to a bakery, then ordered tea and coffee in the main square, while we watched people pass.
As for why the city is painted blue, no one knows for certain. Some say it dates back to Jewish refugees who arrived in 1492. Others claim the color helps repel mosquitoes. Still others say it attracts tourists.
Marsh Travels 
Very cool. Very strange. ________________________________
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