Morocco
Spain left on the last day of June 1969, and the Art Deco is still standing.
Sidi Ifni is a Spanish town on a Moroccan cliff. Whitewash and curved concrete, a former consulate with cacti taller than its porch, street names in two alphabets, and below all of it the Atlantic working at the rock with a persistence that gets into the mornings as fog.
The Spanish evacuated on 30 June 1969, and the country still marks the date; the Ait Baamrane tribes of this hinterland led the resistance that got them out, and the town itself was where the liberation army organised and trained. Before that this port shipped fish to mainland Spain, and before that it was a base for trafficking enslaved people. What holds the province up now grows on the hills behind: 40,000 hectares of prickly pear, 230,000 tonnes a year, a fruit protected under the Ait Baamrane name and celebrated with its own August festival. The former consulate, the finest Art Deco building in town, stands framed by the same cactus.
Solo
Walk the compact centre once for the white façades and curved concrete, then circle back for the street names in two alphabets. On the second pass, the former Spanish grid resolves into a coherent town.
Couple
Come in late summer for cactus fruit and terroir stalls, or in spring for unhurried walks through the Art Deco centre. The former consulate framed by tall cacti is the photograph in either season.
Octopus tagine, slow-cooked until tender with the morning's Atlantic catch.
Charcoal-grilled sea bream with olive oil, lemon and herbs in a small port restaurant.

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