While the beach was the main draw, the fishing port and artistic town of Essaouira deserves a photo mention too. Strolling the alleys and the ramparts is a real treat. Bartering in their shops (not quite a souk) is actually pleasant - though fruitless when it came to walking away with a prize of a kilm.
And there was plenty of time for just messing about as a family, taking boiling showers (to warm up off the beach), cuddling up in the big bed and reading the Phantom Tollbooth, tackling hand-basin laundry as a family, eating pain au chocolat/crepes/chocolat chaud in the lovely restaurant every morning at 9.
The only disappointment was that the hotel pool was freezing... The kids got in up to their ankles one day. The second day they braved it for 10-15 minutes. Yikes! The saving grace was that it was not too cold for turtles. 2 of them swam in the pool, while another 2 came every day to sun-bathe poolside and provided endless enjoyment to our munchkins.
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