Repost: The Fingerprint of Fez
The Medina :: Fez, Morocco
January 2nd, 2021
Today we’re exploring Fez in northern Morocco, through a post I wrote in 2018 with a handful of extra photos I just finished adding.
Throughout the post, you’ll find the words of author Paul Bowles, an American expatriate who lived in Tangier, Morocco for 50 years. He wrote an essay called “Fez” in 1984. His thoughts on the city still ring true today. I’ve interwoven my story with excerpts from his essay, noted as italic quotations.
Off we go! Enjoy the maze.
More from Fez tomorrow,
Kelly
Repost of the Day: Adding a bit of light to the darkness as we get through the pandemic together. This series features travel photos from my archives, shared with you while staying close to home.
Click on any photo in the gallery to view the images as a slideshow.
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We ride the train from Tangier to Fez on a rainy afternoon in Morocco. If we’re going to spend a vacation day inside, it might as well be on a train moving across the countryside. We pass hills of green and gold which hint at the Atlas Mountains and Sahara Desert beyond.
Upon arrival at the station in Fez, we find a taxi and ask the driver to call for directions to our riad. It’s low season and we made a reservation just two days earlier after I searched obsessively online for a bit of affordable luxury, as much as that sounds like a contradiction. If there’s anywhere worth splashing out for a night or two, it’s Morocco. The experience of staying in a beautiful riad has a permanent place on my bucket list.
Our destination is Karawan Riad. A man with a wheelbarrow meets us at the taxi drop-off. We push our bags through the busy paths of the medina until we arrive at a dark little doorway so unremarkable I don’t even think to take a photo. The door opens and we’re welcomed inside.
Karawan Riad :: Fez, Morocco
“From the street a house is a high wall with a door somewhere along its uneven length and possibly a handful of tiny grilled peepholes sprinkled in a haphazard design across its surface … With the exception of the door … there is no suggestion of decoration … The inside of the house is another matter. When you step into the glittering tile and marble interior of a prosperous Fez dwelling, with its orange trees and its fountains, and the combined pastel and hard-candy colors glowing from the rooms around the courtyard, you are pleased that there should be nothing but the indifferent anonymity of a blank wall outside – nothing to indicate the existence of this very private, remote and brilliant world within. A non-committal expanse of earthen wall in the street hides a little Alhambra of one’s own, a miniature paradise totally shielded from the gaze of the world.” ~PB
Karawan Riad is a gorgeous discovery – grand and beautiful while authentic and understated. My favorite feature is the five-fold geometric design in the floor tile of the inner courtyard which opens to the sky.
Karawan Riad :: Fez, Morocco
We’ve been upgraded to the extravagant Dzhari suite. We have no idea why until later when we talk with an American couple on the rooftop terrace who tell us they requested to move OUT of the Dzhari suite because the floor plan was too big and unmanageable with its upstairs bathroom. Serendipity!
We stand at the edge of the terrace and get our first panoramic view of Fez. The city is sprawling, endless and so tightly packed that not even a single road draws a line through the density. How and where do we begin to explore this anomaly?
Fez from the rooftop
“Fez was built at a natural crossroads, the spot where the route from the Sahara to the Mediterranean coast intersects the east-west passage between Algeria and the Atlantic… Civilization ended at the gates of the medina; outside was the wilderness.” ~PB
Idris I, the first dynastic ruler of the area that would become Morocco, designated Fez as the capital city. The year was 798 and Idris I died shortly after this, leaving his son Idris II to carry out his plan. In the centuries since, the walls of Fez’s medina have been torn down, expanded and rebuilt with some still standing since the 13th century. Throughout its history, Fez has been the site of frequent conflict between Arabs, Berbers and Jews living in the city, with additional periods of Ottoman and French control during the past several centuries. The French moved the capital to Rabat in 1912 and Morocco became independent in 1956.
“Fez is a relatively relaxed city; there is time for everything. The retention of this classic sense of time can be attributed, in part at least, to the absence of motor vehicles in the medina. If you live in a city where you never have to run in order to catch something, or jump to avoid being hit by it, you are likely to have preserved a natural physical dignity which is not a concomitant of contemporary life; and if you still have that dignity, you want to go on having it. So you see to it that you have time to do whatever you want to do; it is vulgar to hurry.” ~PB
The next morning, after a light breakfast at the riad — flat breads, olives, honey, soft cheese, marmalade — we dive in. There is no good way to begin exploring the medina other than by just walking into it. With wide-eyed, curious expressions on our faces, a few locals offer to tour us around but we have all day to be lost and found on our own.
“The street goes down and down, always unpaved, nearly always partially hidden from the sky. Sometimes it is so narrow as to permit only one-way foot traffic; here the beasts of burden scrape their flanks on each side as they squeeze through…” ~PB
We pass small doorways and alleys leading to even smaller doorways and alleys. We navigate by curiosity and intuition, and with every turn we feel one more step away from knowing how to get back to where we started.
“There is a good deal of frustration involved in the process of enjoying Fez. The blank wall is its symbol, but it is this very secretiveness which gives the city its quality.” ~PB
Deeper into it with every step, we get bolder and braver – peeking our heads into doorways and climbing stairs to see where they lead. The reward is the discovery of incredible interiors – some old and rustic, others elegant and refined. There is certainly an exotic other world behind these tall, quiet walls.
The Medina :: Fez, Morocco
Eventually we come to a long passageway with latticework shading the interior. We’ve arrived at a major artery of the medina which leads us to a maze of vendors who lure us with all kinds of things for sale — textiles, rugs, lamps, leather goods, ceramics, clothing, baskets, spices and more. Fez is far less aggressive than Marrakech, and there is no hard sell.
We wander through the henna souq, Brassmaker’s Square and the Jewish quarter. By this point we have no idea where we are in relation to where we started. The medina is vast and the walls are just too high to glean any true sense of direction. I use the compass on my iPhone so we can at least make sure we’re moving consistently in one direction rather than walking in circles. We’re finding more and more pockets of life and beauty that pull us through the maze. The deeper we go, the more textures and colors we see. The medina blooms around us.
“The visitor senses something in Fez which he describes as a feeling of mystery; that is as good a way as any of describing the impression the city makes. There is no doubt that to the person with a little imagination that impression is very strong; the city seems inexhaustible, incredibly complex, and vaguely menacing. It is possible that the visitor will also find it beautiful, although this is by no means certain. Fez is not a city that everyone can like. Many travelers have a negative reaction to its dark and twisting alleys, teeming with people and animals. Anyone subject to claustrophobia may well find it only a nightmarish welter of tunnels, dead-end passageways and windowless walls. To grasp the fascination of the place one has to be the sort of person who enjoys losing himself in a crowd and being pushed along by it, not caring where to or for how long. He must be able to attain relaxation in the idea of being helpless in the midst of that crowd, he must know how to find pleasure in the outlandish, and see beauty where it is most unlikely to appear.” ~PB
Fez has cast its spell on me. The artistry of the city speaks through the bespoke quality of every single door, window, design, pattern, display and handmade item. Every element of this city has a human fingerprint. Nothing is manufactured and in this way Fez feels truly unique. I cannot walk into a shop and buy eight of the same bowls, four of the same pillows, or two of the same rugs. They simply don’t exist. I can look through a stack of 20 plates and no two will have the same pattern and color. It’s easier to have a pair of leather slippers custom made than to find my size and favorite color among a wall of one hundred choices. Craftspeople here can make one hundred of whatever you like — but the end result will still be one hundred handmade things, each imperfect and unique.
In a manufactured world, Fez is an astonishing city of authentic art and identity.
After a long day on our feet, we finally sit down for dinner at a pretty restaurant smothered in tile overlooking the medina. We’ve been unknowingly sucked into a tourist trap with an expensive fixed menu in a bunch of languages. We hurry through our tagines so we can get back and relax in our palatial room at the riad.
The next day we embark on another adventure through the medina. We find more doorways and details around every corner and spend quite a bit of time exploring the tanneries (post coming soon).
We find ourselves at Bab Bou Jeloud square and walk through the produce market nearby. Much like Tangier, the variety on display is as surprising as the verdant countryside we saw from the train.
We squeeze into two plastic chairs at a stall serving some kind of meat sandwich on Morocco’s traditional bread, which kind of looks like a Frisbee. We share with the cats and kittens lingering in the lane behind us.
We continue our journey, intent on finding a “set” of plates to take home with us – knowing each piece of the set will be unique because… Fez. We step down into a shop filled wall-to-wall with beautiful ceramics.
The Medina :: Fez, Morocco
The shop has been family-owned for several generations – son, father, grandfather and beyond – and the entire three-story structure above us is part of the family home. It’s more than 100 years old with intricate detail in the carvings going up one wall. The father recalls being a little boy, climbing high up the woodwork of the inner courtyard. While we assemble our set of plates the son asks us if we’d like to see the view from their home.
The Medina :: Fez, Morocco
“The people of Fez are not ashamed to be hedonists… they have a passion for sitting on a high spot of ground at twilight and watching the slow change of light, color and form in the landscape.” ~PB
He takes us across the footpath in front of the store, up a tiny, dark staircase to an adjoining part of the house that opens onto a balcony. The day is coming to an end and we see several people who have found their way to the upper reaches of the medina for the sunset. For the second time in Morocco, we’ve been treated to an unexpected view through the gracious gesture of a local.
The Medina :: Fez, Morocco
Fez is a grand world city unlike any other — a work of art and life from centuries of self-expression. We look out over the cityscape, share the experience with our new Moroccan friend and his brother, and are reminded again of some of the simple things in life that bring foreigners and locals together: sunsets, beautiful views, friendship and cultural differences which inspire us to invite each other into our homes to talk, to learn and to know respect for one another.
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This is immense, claustrophobic, exotic, utterly colourful and a magical different world. The enclosed spaces with such high walls, the narrow mazes, the fascinating ware on sale – you might have found Aladin’s lamp in one of those shops if you tried hard, I think 🙂!
I had questions to ask, but I forgot all as I went though the immediate maze -this is mind-blowing.
The only place I ever saw that might have even a rare resemblance to this might be some old forgotten alleys in old Delhi, where I used to roam for days, seeking brilliant eateries hidden in nondescript small lanes. And the houses were nearly same, most unremarkable outside which opened up to wonderlands enclosed in high walls.
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Yes, if Aladin’s lamp is to be found, Fez is a probable location! 🙂 Interesting to hear of the similarities with old Delhi. Your comment makes we want to go now! Such meandering and mysterious old cities are a rare thing in today’s world, but hopefully there are a few still yet to find and explore. Thanks Deb!
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Fez is a feast for the eyes, a jewel for the photographer. Your enthusiasm is evident in both words and pictures, I think I would have fallen under the same spell.
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No doubt you will be spellbound when you see Fez someday! Leave plenty of time to get lost. 🙂
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Thanks for the fabulous tour, Kelly 🙂 🙂
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My pleasure, Jo. Great to have you along!
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What a great start to the year Kelly. Thank you 🙏💕
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Thanks Andrew. Dreaming of the days when we can start the year with REAL travel! 🙂
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…and maybe meet up with each other. You never know 😊
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YES!
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I am totally in love with Fez…..I have lost myself in these gorgeous pictures and text.
Worthy of an 80th birthday with Paris tacked on at the end. I will research to see if I can afford it if you will go with…..!
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Put it on the list of possibilities! Morocco is a special place to experience.
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I could see getting lost in there, for days, Kelly. I took my time with your post, enlarging each photo. I really enjoyed all of the colors, and the mystery. –Curt
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Thanks, Curt! I appreciate you taking time to enjoy the post. Maybe I’ll do a wide format of Fez on my website (like I did with Bryce and the Grand Canyon). Thanks for that idea through your comment!
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Would be fun to see it that way, Kelly. –Curt
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I love this post so much. I felt as if I was with you exploring the Medina, through your words, and Paul Bowles words, and your beautiful photographs, and at the same time want so very much to go back and rediscover it IRL. When I was there (in 1980!) it was near the end of a 4 month overland expedition through Africa in which 12 of us lived in a 4 WD truck and camped every night, so we were staying in a campground on the edge of the city. We only had one day in the Medina and it’s pretty much seared into my memory. It’s time I went back and stayed in a riad!
Alison
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Four month overland expedition through Africa?!?! That sounds spectacular and life changing! Love that you were camping along the way. That must have been such a memorable way to experience the continent. So happy you enjoyed this post so much! You should definitely go back, Alison. I would love to see Morocco’s medinas through your lens, and the riads are fabulous. So many beautiful options behind the most modest doorways. Hope you go! 🙂
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We spent 1 day in Fes but our tour was a month in Morocco. Great photography work. I took many shots and am still processing them.
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How was your tour? A month in Morocco sounds incredible. I just visited your blog and will look again when I can spend more time. Beautiful photos! Thank you for commenting, Gordon!
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The tour was great but we departed just in time as Morocco shut down all the tours.
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If you are interested in seeing some of my photos you can check Gordon Choy on Flickr and look for the Morocco album. I’m still doing post processing on my photos so there’s more coming and if interested you can check back in the future.
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Will do! Thanks Gordon!
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Great Photos, we love Morocco, but have not yet been to Fez, it looks so colour
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