Comment on Moroccan Stew by MKV.
I visited Agadir, Essaouira, Tafraout, and Taroudant (all in the south) in the late 90s. It’s a Mediterranean climate, essentially, and driving up the coast of Morocco is akin to popping up CA 1 between Los Angeles and Santa Barbara. That is, if you got rid of the comforting weight of infrastructure and replaced it with an overwhelming sense of alien solitude.
I was a vegan at the time, so my memories of eating are colored by that. I remember fresh orange juice and rough smida bread in the mornings, a souk filled with olives and masses of spices, vegetable tajines long simmered.