My journey begins perched on the rocks below the Sidi Abderrahman Mausoleum, along Morocco’s Atlantic coast.
In the port city of Casablanca, strong sea winds offer a cooling respite from the midday sun, which hangs bright and white in a cloudless sky. The mausoleum I’m visiting sits at the end of a narrow rock jetty, a tiny islet exposed to the open ocean, surrounded by a cluster of whitewashed houses – the very image that gave Casablanca its name.
