Snack Shokri

A sudden downpour came, and the clean blue walls of Chefchaouen were soaked even deeper. We hurriedly took shelter under the eaves of a coffee shop called &quot;Twins&quot;, and the sound of rain formed a white curtain behind us. We then realized that this place was originally a twin, with the restaurant and cafe living next to each other, sharing the same eaves to shelter from the rain.

The owner had a kind face and generous expression, and generously accepted the embarrassment of our group of twenty people. He smiled warmly, guided everyone to rest, and thoughtfully pointed out the location of the bathroom. The warmth here, like a glimmer of light, quietly dispelled the chill in the rain in a foreign land.

Sitting in a semi-open-air table, there was a roof over our heads, but the view was unobstructed. The rain slanted like a curtain, breaking on the stone road, splashing countless delicate and transparent water drops. Looking from afar, the layers of blue houses in the mountain city are soaked in the moist mist, hazy as if separated by a layer of old rice paper - the rain curtain is a natural ink barrier, separating the hustle and bustle, but generously pushing the wet mountain city fantasy to the front.

The warm fragrance of coffee spreads at the right time. A small cup of brown liquid is served in a plain cup. Take a sip, and the warm sweetness quietly climbs to the tip of the tongue. It turns out that there is a secret: the two sugar cubes attached to the cup are crystal clear like unmelted broken jade. Pick up a piece and hold it in your mouth. The long-lost, simple and certain sweetness makes the tip of the tongue slightly stunned - this sweetness in a small space is like a time machine, instantly pushing people back to the simple and slow childhood afternoon. It has been forgotten for many years in the surging city of Shanghai. At this moment, the taste buds recognize the code in the memory, and the sweetness spreads between the lips and teeth, and there is a bit of trance of meeting an old friend again.

This small world has no walls, and only the top of the head can protect us from wind and rain. Sitting here, the cold rain is just a few feet away, but we can sit in the misty coffee aroma like a boat. The sound of rain and the mist have soaked this blue mountain city into a flowing, hazy poetry. It turns out that the so-called journey station is just a cup of warm water, a few sugar cubes, and a roof that allows people to gaze at the world at ease - people in a foreign land, their hearts in the rain, and they can find a moment of clarity.

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This restaurant is named after their chef, who is quite prestigious in the local area. The local dishes he makes are very delicious. I guess he must have studied them for many years.

What is the purpose of traveling? The local customs and practices. The most direct experience is to taste the local food, but some foods are really just for tasting, and you are not expected to really fall in love with them.

This restaurant is located in the downtown area. If you are tired of visiting the local market, you can come here to sit down. It is a very simple restaurant with a high cost performance.

Chefchaouen in Morocco is as famous as Santorini in Greece. It is one of the three blue cities in the world. It concentrates the beauty of the deep mountains, the azure blue, the deep and shallow blue, the leisurely life, the world where time stands still, and the paradise of cats.

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