Essaouira is known as the ‘windy city’ and is certainly living up to it’s nickname here, with huge Atlantic rollers crashing against the rocks seemingly acting as sentinels at the harbour entrance.
I am uncertain what this particular local gentleman had been doing, maybe ‘harvesting’ the rock pools or mussel beds to feed his family or maybe for trading.
At this moment he just appears to be taking a moment to reflect on the beautiful coastline of his own city, possibly whilst waiting for a partner to join him after a successful day.
I was mesmorised by the power of the ocean and the huge waves which are slowly, patiently wearing down the rock guardians of this Moroccan gem.
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