At the crossroads of Africa and Europe, the winds of the Sahara meet the waves of the Mediterranean, and Morocco is like a canvas soaked in time, writing its millennium legend with the strongest colors. Here, white is the poetry of faith, red is the pulse of the desert, blue is the reflection of the sky, and yellow is the warmth of craftsmanship - following in the footsteps of colors, today we would like to invite readers to open this mysterious door to the 'backyard of North Africa' together.

Casablanca, the White City: Pearls on the Atlantic Coast

There are so many cities in the world with so many pubs, but she happened to walk into mine. ”Ingrid Bergman's' Casablanca 'has made this white city famous throughout the world. If Morocco is a prose poem, Casablanca is its purest title page. This' White City 'blends the solemnity of Islam and the romance of France into a frozen moonlight, with waves as its rhyme. The white marble dome of Hassan II Mosque pierces the sky, interweaving the prayers of believers with the sound of tides, enveloping the entire city in a sacred soft light. In the streets and alleys, the layered white wall buildings bask in the sunshine, and the fragrance of mint tea floats on the terrace of the caf é - the white here is the blank space of faith and the background color left by Moroccans living on this land.

Red City of Marrakesh: The Burning Rose of the Sahara ROUGE

Going south into the embrace of the Atlas Mountains, the earth gradually became red ochre. Marrakech, a city that grew out of the red soil, its walls are the solidified posture of the setting sun, and its bricks and tiles are the residual warmth of the fading flames. At dusk in Dejima Square, the red robes of the acrobats swirl into a vortex, the spices stack up into dazzling color blocks, and even the air seems to be baked amber. In the Garden of Mayo, Yves Saint Laurent used a touch of "Mayo Blue" to cut through the heat, and the green of the cactus collided with the cobalt blue walls to create a strange romance - the confrontation between red and blue, just like the eternal contradiction of this city: it is the wildness of the desert, but also the tenderness of the oasis.

Blue Town · Shefshavan: Fairy Tale of the Sky Falling into the Mountains

There is a type of blue called Shefshavan, which symbolizes not only the sky but also heaven for Jews. When the morning mist of the Rif Mountains dissipated, Chefchaouen turned into a falling sapphire. From indigo to sky blue, from lake green to lavender purple, for four hundred years, the residents here have engraved their faith in every inch of the walls with their paintbrushes. Legend has it that blue can dispel mosquitoes and guide souls towards heaven. The winding staircase was dyed with the pattern of waves, and the old woman walked past in a Jeraba robe, leaving behind a string of cobalt blue echoes. The cat encountered at the corner was dozing off under the blue wall, while the carpet embroidered with Berber patterns swayed gently in the wind - time lost weight here, leaving only blue breathing.