Casablanca

Piles driven into the sea carry it, and its minaret reaches 210 metres. Visitors who are not Muslim may see the inside at set hours.

Buildings from the 1920s run through several blocks of the centre. The balcony ironwork differs on each, so the walk is done looking up.

Built during the French decades in imitation of an old medina. Bookshops and pastry shops line the arcades.

Restaurants and pools run along the Atlantic on this road. The surf is heavy, so few go in and most sit and watch.

The old quarter beside the port is smaller than in other cities. Fish stalls and clothing shops mix along the lanes.

Sixty rooms were fitted with carved plaster and cedar ceilings. It works as a government office now and opens to visitors on set days.

A house from the 1930s was converted to show contemporary work. Sculpture in the garden ties the outside to the rooms.

Fish, vegetables and flowers are sold together inside one building. A kitchen at the back cooks whatever fish was just bought.

An old house was converted after the bar in the film. It was never the filming location, though the courtyard was matched to it.

A white shrine stands on a rock that only a low tide makes walkable. Rising water cuts the way and the next low tide must be waited out.

A white concrete church from 1930 mixing Gothic spires with art deco trim. Masses stopped long ago, and it now hosts exhibitions and performances. Pair it with the Arab League Park right beside it.

A broad park the French planned for downtown, crossed by straight avenues of tall palms. Paths, playgrounds and cafés bring families out in the evening. Amid the dense office blocks, shade like this is rare.

A square framed by the clock-towered prefecture, the courthouse and the central post office of about 1920, all by French architects blending in Moroccan ornament. Pigeons crowd the central fountain. Step inside the post office for its mosaics.

Housed in a former orphanage in the residential Oasis district, it is described as the sole Jewish museum in the Arab world. Synagogue objects, wedding robes and jewellery are shown region by region. It lies well outside downtown; a taxi is easiest.

A concrete church from the 1950s whose stained glass, filling most of the walls, echoes Moroccan carpet patterns. Mass is still said here, so enter quietly. Around midday the colours spill brightest across the floor.

A white lighthouse out on the point beyond the Hassan II Mosque, where the coast road begins. Waves break on the rocks around it, and anglers stand in rows. Walk along the shore from the mosque and you can frame minaret and lighthouse together.

A collector's art deco villa turned museum, rich in vintage Moroccan travel posters, Berber jewellery and perfume bottles. It is small, so an hour is enough. A rooftop café looks over the downtown roofs.