Let’s FEZ it!

The old medina at Fez was my first favorite place in Morocco. The square, stunted structures reminded me of the Greece I saw in magazines and movies.

Inside was a bundle of shops bursting with color. The vendors are friendlier here; they don’t grab or bite. One followed Mawj for about 5 minutes but when she smiled, saying, “No money,” the vendor just nodded understandingly, “It’s okay.” And he just walked away.




We wished we had spent more time here but we only had one day to tour the place. The best part was when our Pinoy guide led us to the top of a building and we beheld this:

The famous tanneries! Like a watercolor palette spread before our eyes, the tanneries are where animal skins are dipped and dyed. When people found out we went here, their first reaction would always be a sympathetic, “It smelled bad, no?” Like hell, it did. But honestly, I almost didn’t notice the stench. The sight was much more overpowering.


For lunch, we had kebabs.



*Photos 1, 3, 4, 6, 7, 8 by Jayhoho. The rest by not a creature was stirring, not even a Mawj.