R muse for a number of ortists, Essaouira's sunshine blazes strongly and ceaselessly, os if its districts, stars in a show organised by nature, found themselves lit by hundreds of transparent spotlights.

Sometimes fonned by cool trade winds blowing from the ocean, sometimes wormed by winds heavy with thedesert heat, it offers travellers a constant I y charming countenance. R white mirage, surrounded by on ochre wall, which changes colour to the rhythm of the set ting sun, going from the most dozzling reds to the softest oronges.

The spotless walls glow with light, the doors and shutters match the blue of the ocean, cosmopoliton music wofts through the swirling air in its tiny lanes, its harbour shelters boots thot dance rhythmically on the woves. ln the shade of its argon trees and thuyas, Essaouira is unchangeable. It has a peaceful existence, a sanctuary where people love to come for shelter. R town overflowing with flowers and memories. R town full of happiness.