The Moroccan itinerary was from the very beginning designed to depend upon providence. No more than a lazy browsing to explore the options available. In fact, I just knew I was flying and flying out of Casablanca… I knew that we were booked at Fez for two nights, and that’s it. A big blur, thereafter. That’s why, trudging along Francophone Morocco was as much hilarious, as it was exhilarating. Essaouria, I recollected in hindsight, had popped up the only time I had goggled Morocco – was back in Feb/Mar. It had faded into oblivion as much as my Morocco travel planning got little bandwidth!!....but then providence had to intervene. We bumped into very enthusiastic co-travellers who were keen to help us with their tid-bits on where to go and how much time to spend. Essaouria, popped up again. The prospect of spending time a picturesque beach/port time with a salubatory clime was exciting. The tiring, info packed 2 days at Fez sealed the deal. Chilling in Essaouria seemed more preferable t...