Morocco
A whole mountainside rinsed in blue, and the town still argues over who started it.
Chefchaouen sits on a fold of the Rif, and almost every wall in it has been washed some version of blue: powder, cobalt, the grey-blue of a winter sky. The lanes are stepped and narrow, climbing past Place El Haouta and its ornate fountain to Plaza Uta el-Hammam, where a fifteenth-century kasbah and the Grande Mosquee look out over the tea tables.
The kasbah came first. Rachid Ben Ali raised it in 1471, a squat square of bastions and quadrangular towers built to hold the town, and the medina grew up around its walls. Its left wing has held an ethnological museum since 1985, with Rif instruments, pottery and embroidery shown beside weapons that once defended the fortress. Nobody can settle the blue: some residents trace it to the Jewish quarter, some to the water at Ras el-Maa, some simply say it keeps a house cool, and older Chaouni remember a medina that was mostly white. Behind the town the Rif rises into Talassemtane National Park and the Bouhachem reserve, sixty thousand hectares of cedar, fir and pine crossed by paths to Kalaa, Tissouka, Azilane and the Akchour falls.
Solo
The medina is small enough to learn in a morning and steep enough to keep you moving all day. Cafe Clock's half-day cooking workshop sends you into the souq to buy your own four courses, spice shop and butcher included.
Couple
Book the tiled hammam at Riad Cherifa to yourselves for ghassoul clay and an oil massage, then eat late at Sofia, where the kitchen sits three metres from the table.
Friends
Give Akchour a full day. The river path runs up to the falls and to the natural arch that stands twenty-five metres above them, and it is a proper walk rather than a stroll.
Family
Place El Haouta and its fountain make a flat pause between climbs, and the kasbah museum's instruments and old weapons hold children's attention far longer than another blue alley will.
Berber eggs at Cafe Clock, poached in a spicy tomato sauce with jben, the creamy Riffian goat cheese, eaten up on the roof terrace.
Pastela rolls and vegetarian couscous at Sofia, cooked beside its handful of outdoor tables, with mint lemonade to follow.

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