It was a warm fall day, and we had decided to take a trip to Chefchaouen; a small city in the mountains known for the blue houses and buildings within it’s medina walls.
We took a blue taxi, paying for one extra seat to have it to ourselves. Our Moroccan friend took the front seat, and Andrea and I took the back with our two other friends. It was about an hour and a half ride through the beautiful green hills and mountains.
We got there about mid-morning and began exploring the city, wandering the small medina, and shopping in the artisan shops. We walked in one shop tucked inside the blue walls of the old city. It was small, but full of colorful scarves piled to the ceiling, antique jewelry, traditional clothes, and rows of the Moroccan shoe called belgha. On the back wall were rows of large mirrors bordered with camel bones and elaborate designs.
We looked at the mirrors and noticed the contrast between our converse and jeans, and the traditional moroccan clothes and shoes surrounding us. We stood there for a moment observing the reflection before continuing on to the next shop.