Washed br the acean that is continuallr knocking at its doors as if it wanted to come in, Asilah is a coquettish town. Its whitewashed houses, with their luminous blue and subtle green make-up, are out to seduce. Today, this mode! town is also a cultural oasis.
Its lanes are regularly filled with music. Paintings adorn the walls of its medina. Shows, dances and concerts return each summer for a festival thot has become international.
Evening of ter evening, the stronghold on top of the rocks welcomes its inhabitants. Their eyes glued to the horizon, they wait to see a glowing sun peacefully slipping down. It's as if, just for a few minutes, Asilah, with a certain sensitivity, gave them the chance to admire something else apart from its own beauty.