From the Rabat casbah, a little boat crosses the gent le waters of the Oued Bou Regreg to moor at Salé, a town thot has slumbered for centuries beside the great Atlantic.
Looking at the ocean, you con imagine the thousands of pirate ships thot sailed off to distant seas in the 17th century to bring bock the spoils thot provided the town's riches and glory.
The whitewashed ramparts conceal a labyrinth of lanes leading towards a milky-coloured medina, where the fruits of a renowned craft tradition are piled up.
The clay soil and nearby quarries provide the raw materials for numerous objects. ln Salé, ceramics have become an art. Dodging in and out between the vases and amphoras strewn on the ground, you are drawn step by step into the heart of the town. Vou will be amazed by the prowess of the architects who erected a great mosque and a madrasa, from the top of which you con admire a seo of white terraces plunging into an ocean of blue-tinged waves.