Fez, Morocco opened my eyes..
To a world so different..
Like being in a movie..
Back in time where donkeys still transported goods..
And breads (we ate!).. were stacked and carried this way :o
Where car-free narrow streets of the old medina made me lug my luggage around..
And stressed me as I pushed my way through markets and crowds..
To get into our haven of a beautiful riad.. called Dar Gnaoua..
A traditional Moroccan house with a garden or courtyard..
And a roof deck overlooking the old walled quarters..
But tourists.. Ahh.. Snaps us back into reality at the Royal Palace..
And the fortress at Borj Sud..
Overlooking the old medina..
And again.. Tourists (like us).. Disturb handsome craftsmen at work..
Painting pretty traditional tajine pots..
And creating handmade potteries..
Back to our unrealistic life.. Through the famous Blue Gate of the old medina..
Many more steps.. And here..
Where life before Prada was conceived.. The leather tanneries..
Where skins of dead animals were treated and dyed.. So stinky and smelly..
Those leather purses and jackets didn't come from glamorous pasts after all ;)
Needed some fresh Fez air..
That sprig of Mint leaf made me breathe ;)
Before Fez, we were in Casablanca, Morocco