Snapshot Morocco: Still in your Fez

Actually, not as much anymore. After some rest and knowing what to expect, we were able to cope better when we ventured back into the medina.

Inside our riad

We went back to the Ville Nouvelle to buy our bus ticket to Merzouga. The rain has been pouring on and off the entire morning, adding to our annoyance. Only the ankle-deep flood waters remain of the rain when we reached our destination, and as the sky starts to clear, we feel our moods lift.

Neither one of us was in any hurry to go back to the medina, so after booking and exhanging currencies, we wandered around the city, aimless and without a care for direction. We don’t have any specific destination in mind; we just want to walk.

It was a very pleasant walk. The locals hardly paid any attention to us, which we gladly welcomed. Those who did merely greeted us bonjour and went on their way.

We were in better spirits when we dived back into the chaos of the medina, now more immune to the calls of the shop owners. Unfortunately, this has made us into snobs and we now ignore any greeting that comes from within the shops. For me, it seemed better that way for it greatly lessen any stress and prevent any aggravation.

We made a cursory walk down the medina’s main street, following the path set on Lonely Planet. While the wares, the colors, the sounds and smell teased the senses and tempted the shoppingera within, it just wasn’t enough.

Photo by Cla Ines