Here, the sea does not reach the beach; it only reaches the memory. The province carries in its features the blue of the Mediterranean and the green of the mountains, and the foggy scenery after the rain, as if nature decided to write its poem in the form of waves, forests, and a village suspended in the mist. On the road between the coast and the highlands, the view changes rapidly: an ancient harbor, an open beach, a castle above a deep valley, and mountain villages that know how to make the air lighter and time slower.

This is not just a place to sit in front of the sea; although the sea alone is enough to keep you there. It is a journey between civilizations born close to the waves, and between mountains that guard the tale from above. From the ancient ruins that gifted the world its beauty, to the Citadel of Salah al-Din that stands as if it were carved from stone, and from Salnif and Kasb to the beaches of the city, you feel that the place does not offer you just one view, but opens before you a vast canvas: half of it is blue, half of it is green, and all of it tells you: slow down… here, beauty does not like haste.