After a late night of Sufi drumming, we slept in this morning and
got on the bus just before lunch. We ended up just inside a tiled
gate leading into a section of the city. The patterning was the
same on both sides, though one was green and the other blue. The
shape of the arch was a typical arabesque found in most large archways
here. We had lunch just inside
the gate on a rooftop terrace overlooking traffic going in and out.
I have to say the donkeys trotting along was one of my favorite
sights. We had our first true Moroccan cous cous and some
of the best-tasting cooked vegetables I’ve had yet this trip.
They came in a traditional dish that's round with a cone-shaped
We got back on the bus and drove to the neighboring town of Sefrou
to see an old medina that still functions the way the one
in Fez once did. We were given a tour by Mohammed, a lively fellow
who opened his home (a cave) to us and taught us a song: “One,
two, three. With Mohammed. Speak a little English. One, two, three.”
This quickly became a sort of theme song for the trip. So we sang
and drank our mint tea. On the way back down the steep and winding
stairs through the town, we were absolutely mobbed by the town children
demanding “stylos” (pens), candy, or dirhams
(the local currency). We escaped successfully, walked through a
similar medina in another town, dinner, then bed.