The Morning I Ate Breakfast with Fishermen in Essaouira

It all started with the sound of gulls and the scent of salt. I was walking along Essaouira’s sleepy port just after sunrise, camera in hand, when I saw them—dozens of fishermen, some barefoot, some still dripping from the morning catch, sitting in a circle around a metal tray filled with food.

A Nod and an Invitation

I didn’t ask to join. One of the older men, eyes wrinkled from salt and sun, looked up and motioned for me to come closer. “Bismillah,” he said, and scooted over to make space. I sat, heart pounding. I didn’t know the rules, but I followed their rhythm.

What's for Breakfast?

The tray was piled with msmen (Moroccan flatbread), olives, and small fried sardines—so fresh they were still warm. There was honey, olive oil, and two chipped glasses of sweet mint tea, passed around without ceremony. No plates. No forks. Just bread as utensils and fingers doing the rest.

Quiet Rituals

No one talked much. A few grunts. One man handed me bread. Another gestured toward the fish. It was quiet, sacred almost. The kind of silence that doesn’t feel awkward, just... present. The wind tugged gently at their wool coats. Cats circled our feet, waiting for scraps.

The Taste of Simplicity

I had never eaten sardines that fresh before—crispy, flaky, a bit smoky from the tiny grill nearby. The bread soaked up olive oil and fish juice. Every bite was simple, perfect, full of life.

After the Meal

When the tray was almost empty, someone poured more tea. One of the men asked, “France?” I shook my head, “No—Canada.” He smiled. “Welcome.” I smiled back, full in every sense of the word.

What I Learned

• Food connects before words do.
• Don’t be afraid to accept a stranger’s kindness.
• The most unforgettable meals are the ones you never planned.

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Essaouira gave me a morning I’ll never forget. No ticket. No guide. Just a metal tray, sea breeze, and the kindness of fishermen.

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