The Jewel of the Rif

Nestled in the folds of the Rif Mountains,

Chefchaouen's azure streets beckon and enthrall.

Cascading down the hillsides like shimmering fountains,

The city's cerulean hues captivate one and all.

Each winding lane, each quaint alcove and square,

Awash in the soothing tones of indigo and blue.

Artisans ply their trades with meticulous care,

Crafting treasures that dazzle the eye anew.

The scent of spice and incense fills the air,

Mingling with the aroma of freshly-baked bread.

Shopkeepers welcome passersby with generous flair,

Eager to share the bounty their city has bred.

In Chefchaouen's vibrant heart, time seems to stand still,

As visitors lose themselves in the enchanting sway

Of a place where beauty and serenity instill

A sense of wonder that never fades away.

Oh, Jewel of the Rif, your charms can't be denied -

A true feast for the senses, a balm for the soul.

In your azure embrace, we are humbled and wide-eyed,

For your timeless allure will forever enthrall.