From Friday to Friday, 34a: Morocco Edition (Fez)

Here's something interesting about Morocco:
To go from city to city, you go to the grand taxi station and find the taxi headed where you are going. Then, you wait until the taxi fills with the requisite 6 passengers + driver (no matter whether the car is a small mini-van or a smaller and old Mercedes), and then you are off.

The next morning while Katy worked, I was deposited by her friend Driss into a taxi headed back to Fez, 

where friends of Katy's met me and took me around the medina there.

We started with lunch by this gate,

including this super sweet (super yummy) mint tea,

and then we entered into the tiny streets inside.

We wandered past the mosque set in the midst of things,

and I rejoiced in the beauty

found at every turn.

We were led down a backway and up many stairs,

to this rooftop tannery view,

where skins are laid out to dry and then died in vats of color.

We continued on to see more crafts, 

woodworkers working in their booths,

rooftop carpet weaving,

ceramics sellers,

spice sellers,

bread sellers,

poultry sellers

and other meats (see the camel head?),

and many other kinds 

of delicious Moroccan specialties.

Before we knew it, we were at the upper gate,

from where we drove up to this view,

an old fortress 

set over the city

where we took a few moments to enjoy some fried and spicy potato pastries we'd purchased. 

Some wandering livestock came to say hello

as we drove away,

and then I went to the taxi station, to wait for my taxi to fill.

After a bit of a wait, fill it did (to capacity),

and Katy met me for a "kifta" (ground seasoned beef) sandwich (yummy) dinner once I was back in her little town...