Tétouan to Martil, Off-Season Light

Northern Morocco is often photographed at its busiest. I went in the quiet months.

Using a Nikon Zf with a 35mm lens, I moved between Martil and Tetouan, two cities shaped by very different rhythms: one seasonal, one permanent.

Tetouan,Built to Last

Tetouan feels different the moment you enter.

From the windows overlooking Place El Mechouar, the white façades rise against the mountains; controlled, deliberate, almost defensive.

In Dar Dbagh, the tannery, there is no nostalgia. Only work.

With a 35mm lens, you don’t observe from a distance. You step into the space. Raw hides. Stone vats. Hands repeating gestures that haven’t changed for generations.

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Martil, Built for Summer

In winter, Martil slows down.

Closed apartments. Empty beaches. Blue volleyball poles standing against a flat horizon. Without the summer crowds, the town feels exposed; its infrastructure oversized for the silence.

But life doesn’t disappear. A municipal truck on an empty road. A lone figure crossing a modern alley. The city continues, just without the spectacle.