Essaouira Fishing Port

Next to Sovila Castle, perhaps the fishing season is off, there are many fishing boats parked, and many people are trading here. A large open-air fish market. A large group of seagulls are flying in the air, not afraid of people.

The fishing port is quite messy, if a girl may not dare to go, dirty and smelly, but because of this, it lures countless passengers' eyes and visits. Inside, we can not only buy some seafood back to the homestay to cook, but also eat fresh seafood, oysters, flat shells, conch, etc. on the spot. The price is very close to the people but not fat! In addition, there are seafood stalls around, friends who like to eat seafood can try it, remember to bargain! The last sunset is the most suitable to watch o(^▽^)o

The Sovira Fishing Port is a very busy seaport with large and small blue fishing boats docked on the dock. Fishers will bring freshly caught seafood ashore twice a day to sell. There are many tourists here, there are many restaurants on the edge of the harbor, you can buy seafood to process, affordable, delicious, and especially fresh.

Friends who have been to Morocco highly recommend Sovira. What is the charm of this Atlantic wind city, so that everyone who has been there feels worth coming. I gave up Sovira because of the tight time before, and I regretted it. Second time to make up for the regret, Sovira also became Morocco My favorite place, worthwhile trip. It is also a location for Game of Thrones. Sovira in the morning is silent, walking from the old town to the pier, ten minutes. Before approaching the shore, the smell of the sea came, the sound of seabirds broke the tranquility of the old city, the sky was just bright, the street lights were not turned off, the pier was busy, a blue fishing boat carrying the goods returned to the port, the fish loaded in the colorful box, was transported to the pier by a box. Seabirds are smart thieves. While fishermen are busy, stealing fish from the fish they have just salvaged, fishermen see rushing to drive these seagulls, and the kind fishermen will still throw a few fish to seabirds. What I see is the flat life of the locals day after day, but like the prologue of an old movie. Unexpectedly, I saw the simplest side of Morocco in Sovira, and the influx of tourists did not change the original atmosphere of life. Waves beat the reef, the old town in the distance looming in the mist, and the resting seagulls accompanied the early morning fishermen, a medieval oil painting. No wonder the game of rights will be filmed here.