Wednesday, 27 August 2014

cultural capital

Known as the cultural capital of Morocco, there are many architectural delights to discover across the two old medinas.

One of a few in the city, this medersa is still in use today by students of Islamic philosophy. Quranic inscriptions are carved into almost everything in sight. Apparently the detailing has survived all these years thanks to the egg white formula applied over the plaster. How's that for low maintenance design.

Found within the Jewish Quarter of the city, which is now largely out of use and in a state of disrepair, this synagogue is open for visiting.

Shrine of Moulay Idriss Junior
If I hadn't mentioned already, Moroccan religious sites don't tend to be open to non-Muslims. This isn't a typical custom of a lot of Islamic sites, however it does seem to be in Morocco. 

So, here are the behind-the-scenes images of Moulay Idriss II's shrine, currently under renovation, just for you.

discovering fez

When travelling, it is always important to let your feet do the walking...

Muslim Cemetery 
Neglected and crowded, but as a result, beautiful.

Nejjarine Museum of Wooden Arts & Crafts
A luxurious example of great carpentry itself, this museum tells history through craft. Walk around and admire the cedar woodwork and the enormous weighing scales on the ground floor, reminiscent of the trading hall that once was. The rooftop is an ideal place to listen to the calls to prayer, staggered and harmonious. If you place your head into the narrow openings that frame surrounding city views, it is all the more echoey.

Pottery Shop

Tuesday, 26 August 2014

dar el yasmine

The deserted walk to the hostel at dawn didn't confirm the idea that I wanted, that somehow Fez would be different, would be kinder than Marrakech. But first impressions, as we all know, can be wrong. Especially through sleep-depraved eyes.

Saturday, 23 August 2014

ma'asalama kesh

travel sick?

Image courtesy of Lindsay Oldham

There is a point in the story where you just get fed up. The first enthusiastic dive into the pool of a new culture is eventually met with a certain emptiness. Is this what travel sickness is?