The tanneries, Fez
A child and man, Fez
Chefchoun
I’ve been in Morocco for five days now. It’s a completely different world to its close neighbour Spain, a more chaotic and mysterious world. Full of colourful markets and street stalls. Every street is alive with all walks of life. Where bakers are baking, carpenters carving, where people are making things and battering in ways unchanged for centuries. It is truly amazing and exhausting just taking in the many visual treats and fascinating glimpses that wait around every corner.
From Ceuta I headed inland into the Rif mountains home of the indigenous Berber people. Stopping in the city of Tetouan with its amazing ancient medina (market), I then headed on to Chefchoun a beautiful old town high in the Rif Mountains. Where I met an interesting Italian aid worker who was working nearby and her visiting mother, and a local Kif (an Arabic word coming from the word for pleasure that is used to describe marijuana a mainstay of the local economy) grower amongst others.
I’m now in the imperial city of Fez one of the most intact ancient cities of the Muslim world, where I’ve already met lots of interesting people. I’ll talk about this when I next get a chance.
From Ceuta I headed inland into the Rif mountains home of the indigenous Berber people. Stopping in the city of Tetouan with its amazing ancient medina (market), I then headed on to Chefchoun a beautiful old town high in the Rif Mountains. Where I met an interesting Italian aid worker who was working nearby and her visiting mother, and a local Kif (an Arabic word coming from the word for pleasure that is used to describe marijuana a mainstay of the local economy) grower amongst others.
I’m now in the imperial city of Fez one of the most intact ancient cities of the Muslim world, where I’ve already met lots of interesting people. I’ll talk about this when I next get a chance.
Chefchauon from the Kasba
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