I often wonder what it is that makes sultan after emperor after king build their towns on the very same spot. I pondered this thought while walking through the remnant layers of Chellah, once a Phonecian village, a Roman town, an Almohad necropolis, Merinid complex and now... tourist garden. This is one of those magical sites that keep drawing people back. It's location (once upon a time) on the banks of the Bou Regreg river would certainly have been a plus, but there is no view to write home about and the slope couldn't have been easy to build on. And yet, as you walk among the ruins, topped by the nests of the new rulers of Chellah (the storks), there is some powerful energy that captivates the soul.
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