Casablanca is a Moroccan city, bordering the Atlantic Ocean, with evergreen trees and a pleasant climate. The old town of Casablanca is located in the ancient market in the heart of Casablanca and sells handicrafts and souvenirs. Looking out over the sea from the sea, there is a blue sky and sea water, with a high and low white outline. The hotels, restaurants and entertainment facilities along the coast are nestled under neat rows of tall palm trees and orange trees, with its unique and unique appeal.
It's a messy place. It's usually black. It's a market of all kinds.
Because there are friends living nearby, I went around and felt that there are still many old houses, and many old people are loitering outside. The tall palm trees look magnificent and add color to the city. There are many citrus trees here. So citrus essential oil and products are also specialties here.
The old city of Casablanca is basically old houses, narrow and winding streets, painted white walls, shops opened along the streets, residents coming and going, cars of all kinds, full of the breath of life. We followed the map for about half an hour on a one-way trip, then turned around and went to see the famous Rio Cafe. We were deeply impressed by the Casablanca Street View, the simple shops outside the army compound, the scattered houses in the residential areas, the various TV radar receivers on the roof of the houses, and the public water supply points by the roadside that supply the residents'tap water. In terms of living conditions, the living standards of Casablanca residents are not high. Maybe it's a place with low living standards but high prices.
Shuttle through the alleys, do not know how to go, so idle, all kinds of beautiful graffiti, so casual in any old building. In an alley, a lovely little girl came up behind and told me that there was no way out in front of the alley.
It's about ten minutes'walk from Hassan II Mosque to Medina. Just follow Google. The "environment" is much more smoky than Fitz's, Marrakech's Medina. Perhaps because people come to Casa, mostly to the Hassan II Mosque to punch in, and then to the next destination, and Casa's Medina is not well known, so it retains more original flavor. Piles of vegetables, neatly sized bread stalls, cool hairdressers, colorful narrow lanes, and stalls selling second-hand clothes and shoes are stocked with goods that we think will only be thrown into the trash can. Young mothers wearing pajamas and holding babies in one hand, playing football in the alley, can only say "Hello" but do not drop any of the vendors who say "Hello" opportunities. They are the owners here. They can not tell the truth from the falsehood and enthusiastically greet the rare crooked nuts in our five markets. After a short shuttle in the dirty and messy market, I also experienced it, so I sat down at a fish-frying stand at the crossing to have lunch. Using figures and body language to communicate a mixed fried fish piece is 20 dirhams, with Moroccan salad and bread, cost-effective bar. Sitting in an open alley, under the observation of Miao Xing, I filled my stomach. On the outskirts of Medina, there are souvenir shops, including glycerol shops, with machines for squeezing glycerol at the door.
We walked to the old city of Casablanca, about a kilometer or more away. There are a lot of cars coming and going along the street, and there are many cars parked on both sides of the road, but the whole city traffic seems not to be congested. The old city of Casablanca is basically old houses, narrow and winding streets, painted white walls, shops opened along the streets, residents coming and going, cars of all kinds, full of the breath of life. We were deeply impressed by the Casablanca Street View, the simple shops outside the army compound, the scattered houses in the residential areas, the various TV radar receivers on the roof of the houses, and the public water supply points by the roadside that supply the residents'tap water. In terms of living conditions, the living standards of Casablanca residents are not high. Maybe it's a place with low living standards but high prices.
Madina Old Town - Residential Area. Many white buildings and many households are decorating. Motorcycle rides, several people brush past the meeting and we say loudly "Hello". Fig. 5 is very interesting. I see the bright red door to be photographed and playing with. A girl wearing headscarf and sunglasses in the door sticks out her head and says that I can close the whole door for you to view. After filming, she came out and smiled with us. I asked where it was. She said it was a girls'school. There were no classes on Friday. The exchange was very pleasant. Fig. 9 is a local teahouse with a big WIFI sign.
There's a restaurant in the old city with a cannon. The food is delicious. The price is 150 per capita. It's a little expensive.
The old city of Casablanca is the oldest Western colonial city in North Africa. There are many French colonial buildings left here, but because of poor protection, some of them are already ruined, but it is worth walking, because you can feel the imprint of the integration of Christianity and Islam here, which is very meaningful.
Casablanca is very beautiful. There are many goods and they are all handmade. But Moroccans are not as friendly as they are. All goodwill may be a trap of hiding knives in laughter. After a trip, I finally found that the most traveled way in Morocco is the local routine.