Three Days in the Souks
The bustle and confusion of Moroccan bazaars can be overwhelming to the senses at first, but one does not come to Morocco for clarity. Becoming engulfed in Fez’s medina is key to the wonder and experience:
Arriving at my riad mid-afternoon, my knock sounds frail against the B&B's heavy, cedar door. A man in camouflage pants, scruffy shirt and baseball cap leads a ragged donkey and cart up the alley. I move closer to the door to give way. Listening for sounds of movement on the other side of the mass of wood, I notice three electronic buttons on the wall and press them all. The door creeps open like a vault and a young woman lets me in. She offers me a mint tea and a tour of what was once a family home – a wealthy merchant's perhaps...
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