
8 Days
Jewish Heritage of Morocco
For centuries, Morocco was home to one of the world's great Jewish communities. The mellahs remain, the synagogues still stand, the cemeteries tell stories. This is a journey into memory and coexistence.
Your Route

Day 1
Casablanca → Rabat
A short coastal drive north from Casablanca to Rabat, following the Atlantic corridor between Morocco’s two cities.

Day 2
Rabat → Fes
The imperial road. Rabat to Meknes—Moulay Ismail's granaries still standing, built for horses that never came. Volubilis if you stop—Roman columns rising from wheat fields, storks nesting on ancient stone. Then Fes. The medina doesn't introduce itself. You enter and the century changes.

Day 3
Fes
Nine thousand alleys. The medina hasn't changed in a thousand years—same crafts, same quarters, same calls echoing off the walls. The tanneries still use pigeon dung. The brass workers still hammer by hand. You get lost. Everyone does. A boy leads you out for a coin. By evening, you've stopped trying to map it. The labyrinth is the point.

Day 4
Fes
Nine thousand alleys. The medina hasn't changed in a thousand years—same crafts, same quarters, same calls echoing off the walls. The tanneries still use pigeon dung. The brass workers still hammer by hand. You get lost. Everyone does. A boy leads you out for a coin. By evening, you've stopped trying to map it. The labyrinth is the point.

Day 5
Fes → Meknes
A short drive from Fes to the Roman ruins of Volubilis for a visit, before continuing to Meknes for the night.

Day 6
Meknes → Rabat
A northbound drive from Meknes to Rabat, traveling through the plains of northern Morocco to reach the capital on the Atlantic coast.

Day 7
Rabat → Marrakech
South along the Atlantic corridor. Casablanca passes in concrete and ambition. The Haouz plain opens. The Atlas grows with each kilometer—snow on peaks, red city below. Marrakech appears under the mountains. The medina waits. The souks spiral. The square begins its evening transformation.

Day 8
Marrakech
The souks spiral inward by specialty—leather, brass, carpets, spices. Each turn narrows. Bahia Palace holds its painted ceilings in afternoon shadow. The hammam strips you down to quiet. By evening, Jemaa el-Fna transforms. Smoke rises from a hundred grills. Storytellers gather crowds. The square has done this for centuries. It doesn't need your permission.
This journey is a starting point.
These itineraries aren't fixed. They're designed to bend. Add a day in the desert. Skip the city. Stay longer where something pulls you. This is your journey—we shape it around what matters to you.
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