My journey in Morocco continued with a stop in Fes, the oldest city in the country. While Fes is widely known for its walled medina, Fes El Bali, it’s also considered the cultural and spiritual capital. However, I will remember it for the skilled artisans who produce their wares using time-tested methods. Fes brings unexpected delights and treasures, but is rather chaotic.
I never guessed I’d visit Roman ruins during my trip to Morocco. Naturally, I’ve seen the Forum and Colosseum in Rome and other archeological sites in Italy, Croatia, Jordan, Greece, and England’s farthest east- Hadrian’s Wall. But Morocco?
My small group was headed there, however, we arrived in a rainstorm. Fortunately, it slowed to a light drizzle during a tour that took us back in time to a picturesque place.
Whenever I see an Instagram photo of Morocco’s Blue City, I turn a bit green, as in green with envy. The wildly colorful town in the Rif Mountains of Northern Morocco offers photographers a windfall of image possibilities, and I didn’t get enough. I arrived during a rain storm, and while the weather cleared in the evening, my itinerary only gave me a few hours more in the morning. I found the inviting maze-like warren of winding pathways captivating, and I’d love to return.
