We have officially conquered the Fez medina, the maze of all mazes. The people watching was definitely the best part of the city. Minus some of the more westernized outfits that a few Fassis wear, the vibe in the medina feels very much like nothing has changed since the 12th century. We were tricked into visiting a carpet shop today, enjoyed some pistachio ice cream, searched unsuccessfully for pastille de pigeon (exactly what it sounds like), visited the artisan square where the metal-workers still pound out brass, bronze and silver by hand, got lost in the Andolous quarter, visited a medersa that was carved completely with Koranic verses, and just generally wandered about looking for trouble.
My cold is attempting to defeat me, but I remain strong. Tomorrow we leave for Chefchaouen in the Rif mountains. Excitement!
Holler (le snot)
My cold is attempting to defeat me, but I remain strong. Tomorrow we leave for Chefchaouen in the Rif mountains. Excitement!
Holler (le snot)
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