Even though it was clearly run-down and neglected, there was something magical about the sea-side fishing town of Essouaira. Looking past the rubble and odor caused by renovations to the sewage system, I could imagine that the old part of town was once a fortress to be reckoned with.
We wandered through the Mellah (common name for the Jewish Quarter of the Medina) and found the synagogue, well rather the sign indicating the place where it was supposed to be… there was no one around and the building was severely neglected… and so we moved on.
I especially liked the port. Notwithstanding the overpowering fishy odor, there were seagulls swarming overhead and local fishermen were fixing their nets, tending to their boats and selling their daily haul.