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A Heavy Burden
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Marrakech's magnificent mountains
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There are pros and cons to visiting a destination during any time of the year. Find out what you can expect during your ideal travel time, from weather and climate, to holidays, festivals, and more.
When winter comes to Morocco, it brings dramatically different weather to each unique region of Morocco. In the inland cities like Fez and Marrakesh, days can be warm, with temperatures in the range of 50-60 degrees Fahrenheit, while nights are cool. Along the coasts, winter is mild, but cloudy and rainy. The onset of winter brings fewer visitors to Morocco's sometimes-crowded cities and attractions, and the mild daytime temperatures make exploring comfortable.
Things are slightly different in the Sahara Desert, where days are mild but nights are downright cold, and the High Atlas mountains, where it is truly wintry. There, temperatures drop below freezing, with snow and even skiing—the season for winter sports is brief, however, lasting only a month between the middle of January and the middle of February. Winter sports enthusiasts should be warned that blizzards in the High Atlas can come on suddenly, and ski slopes are rarely groomed.
In February, almond blossoms herald the forthcoming spring season.
In Morocco's temperate zones, almond trees are a major crop—and in February, they soften a sometimes-harsh landscape with clouds of pink-and-white blossoms. February visitors have the chance to see a more pastoral Morocco, a unique perspective of a country more closely associated with wind-carved desert sands.
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Spring is an ideal time to visit many of Morocco's diverse landscapes. In the Sahara, daytime temperatures are warm without the overwhelming heat of the summer. Lucky travelers may witness a far-off sandstorm kicked up by the legendary Sirocco wind (when this wind reaches Europe to the north, it is still carrying Moroccan sand, which it then releases in a red-tinged "blood rain"). In the High Atlas mountains, spring is a perfect time for hiking, with warm days and dramatic waterfalls fueled by melting snow.
Elsewhere in Morocco, the countryside is surprisingly bucolic, as wildflowers and sprouting greenery paint the landscape a rainbow of springtime hues. In cities like Marrakesh and Fez, the narrow and sometimes-crowded medinas have not yet reached summertime capacity, and mild days make exploring enjoyable.
With an ideal climate for visiting the desert, spring is the time to watch the sun rise and set over the red-gold dunes of the Sahara.
When summer heat descends on Morocco, some areas remain livable while others are downright hostile. The Sahara desert becomes unbearably hot for everyone except the resident snakes and insects. Marrakesh and Fez are hot too, with highs climbing toward 95 or 100 degrees Fahrenheit. It helps that humidity is low throughout the country, and Moroccan buildings themselves mitigate heat, with thick walls and fountain-studded inner courtyards. Cooler nights, when temperatures drop into the 60s, offer a respite from the sometimes-stifling heat.
Despite the heat, summer is the most popular season for Moroccans themselves to travel, since school is out. Locals and visitors alike head for the two coasts—the Mediterranean in the north, and the Atlantic to the west. Beach towns like Essaouira, Assilah, and Agadir benefit from a cool breeze off the water, and shorelines are crowded all summer long. The High Atlas mountains also remain comfortable, with their high altitude keeping the temperatures moderate.
Despite the heat, summer is a rewarding time to visit Morocco—two world-class festivals put Morocco's rich cultural heritage on display, giving visitors a whirlwind introduction to the country's outstanding traditional arts.
In a land of extremes, fall is the one time of year when Morocco's diverse regions reach a happy medium. From the Sahara desert to the High Atlas Mountains, and from the inland cities of Marrakesh and Fez to the Atlantic and Mediterranean coasts, the weather is warm and comfortable—although savvy travelers pack an umbrella in November, Morocco's rainiest month. Overall, fall is an excellent season for mountain hikes and desert trekking.
In the cities, summer crowds have dissipated, making this an easy-going time to explore. South of Ouarzazate, in the oases of the Draa Valley, fall is the season for date-harvesting and celebratory harvest festivals.
In September, nomadic Berber communities move down from high elevations, where they spend the summer, to the lower slopes of the High Atlas and Rif mountain ranges. Goats, sheep, tents, and entire multi-generational families are along for the trip, but this way of life is quickly vanishing as younger Berbers begin to live more stationary lives in Morocco's cities.
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The Sahara Desert covers an area roughly the size of the United States, but towering sand dunes are found only in certain parts of it—including the western edge of Morocco. Here, the climate is as dramatic as the scenery, from winter nights that fall below freezing to summer days that rise well above 100 degrees. But the stark beauty of the wind-carved orange dunes and star-studded night skies more than make up for the extreme climate. In fact, some tribes of Morocco’s nomadic Berber population, including the Tuareg or “blue men,” live here year-round. Visitors can try out the Saharan Berber lifestyle at far-flung tented camps among the dunes, where the only way to arrive is by camel. Here, the day revolves around spectacular sunrises and sunsets, cultural interaction with the nomads, and campfires under a blanket of stars.
Casablanca was founded nearly three thousand years ago by the Berbers; today it is Morocco’s largest and most modern city, in addition to being its most important Atlantic port and the financial center of the country. Despite its size, it is home to one of Morocco’s smaller medinas and actually shows greater influences from the many colonists who have passed through: from the Phoenicians and Romans in ancient times, to the more recent Portuguese, Spanish, and French. The classic 1942 film starring Humphrey Bogart and Ingrid Bergman, while focused mainly on Nazi resistance, also captured the tension of a colonist-occupied city with its own growing resistance.
Casablanca contains Morocco’s largest house of worship, the stunning Hassan II Mosque. Gilded ceilings, hand-carved columns, colorful mosaics, and a retractable roof that lets the sunlight stream in over worshippers bring the mosque to life and make it a worthwhile stop for visitors.
Merely stepping through the gates of Fez comprises a journey of a thousand years: the medina and the lifestyle contained within have changed so little since the city’s founding in 789. One of the Arab world’s largest and best-preserved old cities, Fez is home to the world’s oldest university and has always been a center of learning and intellectual pursuit.
Today, the medina is home to 70,000 people and is the largest car-free urban zone in the world. Nearly anything can be bought in the maze of alleyways—especially leather goods. The tanneries of Fez are famous the world over, and overwhelm the senses with the kaleidoscopic dyes, the sound of hundreds of men beating the leathers to soften them, and the smell of lye (guides recommend carrying a sprig of mint). Despite the whirlwind of activity in the medina, there are still pockets of serenity sprinkled throughout, including the many tiled mosaic fountains and quiet medersas, or seminaries.
Let this 16mm footage reveal what has changed—and what has endured—in Fez, Morocco since 1951.
The Blue City, Chefchaouen is a pocket of Spanish influence in the rugged Rif mountain range. The entire medina was painted a glowing light blue by Jewish immigrants fleeing the Spanish Inquisition in the fifteenth century, and is now repainted every year. Today, Chefchaouen is easygoing and peaceful compared to Morocco’s other famous medinas, and it has a strong Spanish influence thanks to Spain’s proximity across the Mediterranean. Combined with the Muslim Berbers and Jewish population, Chefchaouen offers a unique, inviting tapestry of influences.
The nearby mountains offer hiking trails with views over the nearby Mediterranean coast. History buffs will appreciate the Kasbah, a restored 15th-century fortress in the center of town. Shoppers can peruse boutiques and merchant stalls throughout the medina—and may find that haggling is more laidback here than in Marrakesh and Fez. Those after cultural connection can venture to the edge of town, where locals drink orange juice and do laundry alongside a mountain stream.
A dun-colored fortress that rises from the edge of the Sahara like a mirage, Aït Benhaddou is one of the best-preserved ksars, or fortified villages, in the Atlas Mountains. The village, a UNESCO World Heritage Site, is built entirely of mud and still resembles its younger days as an 11th-century caravanserai on the ancient trade route between Sudan and Morocco. The excellent restoration work is thanks mainly to Aït Benhaddou’s Hollywood ties: it has been a stand-in for other ancient cities in Lawrence of Arabia, Jesus of Nazareth, Jewel of the Nile, and Gladiator.
Aït Benhaddou is home to the Imik Smik Women’s Association, a group that teaches women and girls how to sew, read, cook, and develop healthcare routines in their home lives. Visitors here also have the opportunity to witness Berber tribespeople cutting grass and working the land—as desolate as this desert setting may seem, it still supports local life.
The thick pink walls of Marrakesh hide a dazzlingly colorful array of people, souks, palaces, and houses of worship from mosques to synagogues. It all revolves around Djemma el-Fna, a massive square where snake charmers, drum circles, juice carts, and food stalls gather in a daily festival of sights, sounds, and flavors that can’t be found anywhere else in the world. On the fringes of the square, narrow alleyways lead to opulent riads, guesthouses built around a central courtyard, and busy laneways give way to the city’s souks, a separate market for each handcrafted good.
The sense of treasure laying hidden within this maze is captured in the story of the Saadian tombs: Saadian Sultan Ahmed al-Mansour built his mausoleum before death, lining it with Italian Carrara marble, and pure gold. The tombs, right in the central medina, were walled up several decades after his death in 1603 and completely forgotten—until aerial photography revealed their location more than three hundred years later. Who knows what more will be discovered in Marrakesh? It’s a city of constant surprises.
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Morocco’s lively, but sophisticated aura has inspired countless writers—discover its significance in the literary world.
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Live vicariously through the experiences of an O.A.T associate’s memorable adventures in Morocco.
by David Valdes Greenwood, for O.A.T.
Paul Bowles, the American ex-pat writer most inextricably associated with Morocco in the minds of many Western readers, once described how it was that he first became hooked on the North African country he would eventually call home. “What I saw … awakened a wish to see more, a wish which seemed to grow even as it was being satisfied.” Morocco, with its blend of indigenous Berber traditions, Arab influences, and European arrivals, is at once sophisticated and exotic, a heady feast for the senses with a rhythm all its own. It's no wonder then, that, like Bowles, so many of the 20th century’s greatest writers were drawn there.
The first Western writer to make a splash with his accounts of Morocco was George Orwell—who found his time in Marrakesh both captivating and troubling. One of the most bustling cities in Africa, Marrakesh is also one of the oldest, continuously inhabited since the end of the Stone Age. Orwell was not an optimist by nature, though he was an idealist at heart. Having fought in the Spanish Civil War and then returned to his native England to treat a neck wound, he moved to Marrakesh to recover on the eve of World War II.
In “Marrakech,” a widely re-published 1939 essay known for its vivid description and powerful analysis, Orwell paints a portrait of local life. The essay opens with flies darting after a corpse and ends with black soldiers conscripted by the French, and scenes of poverty and racial inequity follow one upon the next in between. Each scene turns on its injustice: for example, when he feeds pieces of a baguette to a gazelle in a park, a stranger shyly points out that bread would also make a good meal for a hungry human. Even so, the romance of Morocco—camels, orange groves, palm trees—lingers around the edges of his view, beauty as undeniable as the hardship.
The same year as Orwell’s essay came out, French writer and pilot Antoine de Saint-Exupéry published accounts of his time flying commercially and for the military in Morocco. Saint-Exupéry was at home wandering the streets of Casablanca, and often holed up in Le Petit Poucet, a popular bar. But his love of Morocco was put to the test when he crashed into the Sahara during a flying race. Instead of leaving Morocco, he used the environs that almost claimed him as the inspiration for his two greatest works: his memoir Wind, Sand, and Stars, and his celebrated children's book, The Little Prince, a few years later.
For many Americans, the city that put Morocco on the literary map was Tangier. Allen Ginsberg ... William S. Burroughs … Jack Kerouac. That roster sounds like the syllabus from a class on the Beat Generation of poets and novelists. With their desire to reject the norms of American culture, a shared penchant for recreational drug use, and interest in other traditions, the Beats were drawn to Tangier, which struck them as possessing the right mix of anti-materialism and distance from their own society. Burroughs was the first to arrive of this trio, inviting the others as he came to know them. The bar of the hotel Tanger Inn became the setting for poetry readings, late night debates, and many a drunken hour for the Beats.
Joining them at the bar was at least one new companion, Paul Bowles, who admired the men for their minds but didn’t like their writing that much—and never considered himself a Beat. Bowles, author of Sheltering Sky, is well known for his life in Tangier, but he also spent time in Fez, with its medina that ranks as the largest car-free plaza in the world. Fez was Bowles’ second home in the desert kingdom, and he often spent weeks or months at a time there throughout the five decades he lived in Morocco.
From the first trip in 1931, he appreciated the way Fez was holding on to the flavor of ancient eras. “Tangier had by no means prepared me for the experience of Fez, where everything was ten times stranger and bigger and brighter. I felt that at last I had left the world behind,” he wrote in his autobiography. Again and again, he returned over the years. “Fez was fascinating.… I spent much time wandering in the medina,” he wrote. “I love to wander. I love to spend months there …”
In the 1950’s, he began a novel set in Fez. “I wanted to write a novel using as backdrop the traditional daily life of Fez, because it was a medieval city functioning in the 20th century.” But civil unrest was beginning to crescendo, leading to Moroccan independence. As a result, he chronicled not the preservation of old ways, but the dawn of a modern age. The result was The Spider’s House, critically acclaimed as his greatest masterpiece out of more than 30 books.
From this book comes a great description of why Bowles—and his fellow ex-pats—felt a need to capture their Moroccan experience in words and then share them. “The only thing that makes life worth living is the possibility of experiencing now and then a perfect moment. And perhaps even more than that, it's having the ability to recall such moments in their totality, to contemplate them like jewels.”
by Alison Rohrs, from Dispatches
For most Americans, Moroccan cuisine is synonymous with couscous and tagine, a meat-and-vegetable stew that’s slow-cooked in a conical clay pot that gives the dish its name. In middle-class Moroccan homes, these two filling dishes are indeed the centerpiece of most meals. But on special occasions, the spectacular palette primer for these main courses can be a feast in itself: a sweet-and-savory pie called bastilla.
Topped with powdered sugar and cinnamon, bastilla disguises itself as a decadent desert. Its flakey pastry is made from layers of warqa dough, which is thinner and more elastic than Greek filo dough or the French millefeuille. Surprisingly, though, this delicate crust gives way to a bold filling of eggs, toasted almonds, and a squab curry infused with saffron, garlic, and ginger.
Chicken Layer:1 whole chicken or Cornish gamehens (approximately 2 pounds)2 large onions, finely chopped1 cup of parsley, finely chopped2 Tbsp. of vegetable oil1 tsp. of ginger powder1 tsp. of cinnamon powder1/4 tsp. of turmeric powderLarge pinch of saffron1 tsp. of salt1/4 tsp. of pepper2 cups of waterEgg Layer6 eggs, beaten
Almond Layer:10 oz of blanched almonds4 oz of powdered sugar2 Tbsp. of orange blossom water1/4 of a teaspoon of cinnamonpowderOil for frying
Pastry:Filo dough (a substitute forMoroccan warqa dough)1 stick of butter, melted1 egg yolk
Prepare the Chicken Layer:On high heat, pour the oil in a large pot. Add the onions, parsley, and spices. Mix well. Place the whole chicken on top of the onion mixture. Cover the pot and let the chicken cook for 10 minutes. Then, add water to steam the chicken. To keep the sauce thick, 1-2 cups should suffice. Cover the pot, and let the chicken cook for an additional 30 minutes. When the chicken is cooked, remove it from the pot, but leave the sauce in the pot. Let the chicken cool, and then separate the meat from the bone. Shred the meat into small pieces with your hands.
Prepare the Egg Layer:Add the 6 eggs to the sauce where the chicken was cooked. Lower the heat, and stir the eggs to incorporate. Do not cover your pan, and let the sauce evaporate. Stir occasionally. The egg mixture should become dry after 10-15 minutes, like scrambled eggs.
Prepare the Almond Layer:In a separate pan, fry the almonds in the oil until they become golden brown. Remove excess oil from the almonds. (Reserve one tablespoon of the oil from the almonds and mix it into the chicken pieces.) In a food processor, combine the almonds with the powdered sugar, cinnamon, and orange blossom water until the almonds are crushed. The texture should remain coarse.
Fold the Layers into the Pastry:Brush your baking pan with melted butter. Fold filo pastry sheets into 2 and put 3 layers in the middle of the baking pan. Place folded pastry sheets around the baking pan where 1/3 of their length is overhanging the edge of the pan. Brush the pastry with melted butter. Spread the egg mixture in the middle of the pan. Cover it with 2 layers of filo pastry. Brush the filo pastry with melted butter. Spread the chicken pieces. Cover them with 2 layers of filo pastry. Brush the filo pastry with melted butter. Spread the almond mixture. Cover it with 2 layers of filo pastry. Brush the filo pastry with melted butter. Carefully fold over the filo dough on all sides and brush the top of the pastry with melted butter and egg yolk. Add 3-4 layers of filo dough pastry on top and tuck them in the bottom of the pie. Brush the surface with melted butter and egg yolk.
Bake & Garnish:Preheat the oven at 350 degrees. Bake the bastilla for 20-30 minutes or until golden brown. Dust the baked bastilla with powdered sugar and cinnamon over the top. Serve warm.
by Amanda Morrison, from Dispatches
Early April, 2014, and there’s a tranquil stillness in Volubilis—an ancient Roman city of impressively well-preserved ruins. We brave a baking, dry heat to explore what’s left of its second- and third-century houses, all of which have intriguing names. The House of Orpheus, god of music. The House of Venus, and the Bathing Nymphs.
Although none of the houses have ceilings, most of them have mosaic-lined floors—they’re covered in windswept sand. Inside the House of the Acrobat, our local guide leans over a half-wall, pouring from his water bottle until the tiles below are drenched, and a vivid scene springs to life: an athlete rides in reverse on horseback, clutching a trophy cup, his victory scarf adrift in the wind. In an adjoining room, we wet the contours of a mermaid’s tail, its fin a bright aquamarine. We wander from house to house, watering the floors, awakening a pantheon of goddesses and gods.
The House of TrustThe next day, I awake in Riad dar Dmana—“The House of Trust”—in Fez. A riad is a Moroccan bed and breakfast, with an inner-facing courtyard where meals are often served. It’s time for breakfast, the smell of msemmen—a Moroccan crepe you drizzle with honey—comes wafting under the door of my room.
Descending the stairs, our Trip Leader, Chakib, is taking a headcount of our group—16 of us, from all corners of the States. We’re only five days into our trip, and yet we’ve already established an easy camaraderie. Felice pats a place for me to sit at a cushioned-seat table, where Roberta asks, “Would you care for coffee?” and Jordan suggests, “Try the juice—I think it’s tangerine.” It’s pulpy, freshly squeezed, sweet and cold.
A couple of days ago, in Rabat, Chakib gave us an Arabic language lesson, teaching us a handful of helpful phrases. These included “Yallah,” or “Let’s go,” which he says to us now as we head out the door for a full-day exploration of Fez.
Skirting the edgeWe start by driving through the Ville Nouvelle—or New Town—constructed in 1912 when the French occupied this region. We’re on Avenue Hassan II, a wide, tree-fringed boulevard replete with stylish storefronts—Chakib describes it as “the Champs-Élysées of Fez.” We pass bloom-bursting violet Jacarandas, Seville trees drooping beneath heavily clustered, fiery oranges, and cafés filled with men who are facing the street, nonchalantly sipping mint tea (the national drink), nuss-nuss (half coffee, half milk), or Diet Coke, which, throughout our travels, becomes as ubiquitous as spotting sand in the Sahara. Chakib explains that women still aren’t generally welcome in cafés despite Morocco’s recent progressive reforms. It’s one moment, of many, where I’m reminded I’m far from my home of Boston, where the list of cafés and bars I’ve been to is longer than a New England winter.
In another section of the city, our bus pulls over. Disembarking, we’re introduced to Idriss, our local guide for the day. He’s wearing a loose-fitting djellaba, a hooded robe commonly worn throughout the country. He characterizes our surroundings, Fez el-Jedid, as a “newer” part of the city, which is humorous, considering it dates back to 1276.
He leads us into its mellah, or Jewish quarter, where only a few dozen Jewish families remain. We enter the tucked-away, nearly hidden Danan synagogue, which is among the oldest in North Africa. Venturing downstairs, below the Torah Ark, I happen upon a water-beaten bowl above a mikve, or purification bath. Rainwater idles in its basin—the air is exquisitely cool and cavernous.
Afterward, we stroll over to the nearby Royal Palace, with seven magnificent brass doors—one for each day of the week—closed in a commanding row of golden shields. Its knockers are emblazoned with symmetrical 8-pointed stars, which symbolize harmony and paradise in Islam. I resist the urge to knock.
Rejoining our bus, we drive until we reach a steep incline, making our way up a hill topped by massive tombs of the Marinids, the dynasty that led Fez to its Golden Age. We’re invited to alight for a panoramic view of the medina, or old city, of Fez el-Bali—a walled-in, wall-to-wall urban apiary founded by Idris I, the grandson of the prophet Muhammad, between AD 789 and 808. Our Idriss describes it as Morocco’s cultural keystone, its spiritual center, and handcraft capital of the kingdom. It’s a city within a city, the largest medina in Africa, and with an enthusiastic “Yallah!” we’re driven straight to its edge, to a point where cars can no longer pass.
Intoxicating scents, sights, and soundsJust outside of the medina, Idriss tells us to watch our step as we exit the bus. It’s daunting to imagine the billions of footsteps that have sculpted this hard-packed ground—uneven as it is, there’s a remarkable solidity to it.
Bisecting an unmistakable plume of spoiled milk, the air clears as Idriss guides us through the medina’s oldest alleyways, dating back to the ninth century. At some points, they’re little more than two feet narrow, flanked by soaring, solid stone, or abraded bricks between which all the mortar’s worn out—as if you could jiggle and pull them out like loose teeth. Women in headscarves avert our eyes, ducking into darkened doorways. Little boys in soccer jerseys blithely play in a corroded fountain; upon hearing a camera click, they look at our group reproachfully.
But it’s a challenge to not ache to capture everything we’re witnessing, especially as we enter the thread-thin paths of the bustling souks, or markets. Imagine an hourglass in which you are a grain of sand, and along every millimeter of glass you pass, there’s an archaic storefront, chock to the brim with goods. The souks are divided into sections, but as newcomers, we’re unfamiliar with the method to the madness, and as surely as it feels like we’ve stepped back in time, I only want it to slow down.
Surrounded by produce, we catch briney whiffs from bowls of olives—pitch-black, dark purple, and light green tossed with harissa, a spicy red pepper paste. A heady, iron musk envelops us as we pass camel heads, black-eyed and expressionless on a platter. Bouquets of citrus burgeon from vibrant troves of oranges, apples, and pears. A butcher hoists a live chicken from a basket set on a scale, negotiating with a customer as he reaches for his knife. In a bright, white-tiled stall, silvery sardines glisten beside a heap of prawns, and although we’re far from the ocean it smells like we’re standing on the shore, gripped by a gust of salty sea air.
The deeper in we go—past laboring brass- and woodworkers, the glittering wares of jewelers, throngs of radiant scarves and babouches, or Moroccan slippers—the more narrow the pathways become. And of the Arabic phrases we learned from Chakib, we now hear “Balak!” or “Get out of the way!” in application as donkeys—“We call them Moroccan Land Rovers,” Chakib had said—storm by, a blanket and gigantic bundles strapped to their backs. They incite us to frequently look down and watch our steps. And although its funk and potency hits us first, jet-black rivulets snaking down the gutters of the street tip us off that we’ve arrived at the dyers’ market, and Fez’s famous Chouara tanneries.
The stairway we climb is steep and winding. It occurs to me that, without Idriss, I wouldn’t have the faintest idea of how to get back to our bus. From the darkened stairwell we advance toward a patch of light, and then we’re standing on a terrace, high above colorful honeycombed pools into which sheep, goat, cow, and camel skins are dipped to make leather goods. The smell is righteous—some of the vats contain cow urine and quicklime, water and salt to scald the hairs from the skins; others bracket water and pigeon poop—its ammonia acts as a softening agent; and the most kaleidoscopic of the tubs contain murky yet lustrous dyes derived from plants—mint greens, saffron yellows, poppy flower reds, henna oranges, and indigo blues. It’s all intoxicatingly pungent—the distillation of a thousand county fairs. Idriss hands us stems of mint, saying “Crush the leaves and hold them up to your nose,” and we do. The relief is instant.
Peering over the railing, we watch as dyers step nimbly along the vats’ edges, scaling between tight-ropes and catwalks in diameter. On the roofs of neighboring terraces, soaked hides have been hung or laid to dry. And in the distance, you can spot the peak of the nearby Karaouiyine mosque—its emerald-tiled minaret soars high above the medina, the endpoint of a band of colors you can trace from the dye pools to sky.
Serenity nowLater that afternoon, we’ve acclimated a bit—sensing an incoming donkey rush by the sudden stamping of feet, and recognizing the grouping of souks more easily, and yet they’re just as full of surprise—there seems to be an entire block devoted to nougats, and in an in-between shadowy curve, a man sells baby turtles out of a cardboard box. We’ve nearly reached sensory overload, and as if Idriss can read our minds, he motions for us to follow him into the Medersa el-Attarine, a former Islamic school.
With the exception of an ablution fountain in the middle of its courtyard, it’s an empty, soundless vacuum. Describing the school as “empty,” however, says nothing of its artisanship, which is outstanding. Like all religious buildings in Morocco, it features five elements of design: marble, carved cedar, chiseled plaster, calligraphic inscriptions, and zellij, or tilework.
We gaze up and around in wonderment, awed by the incredible attention to detail. The zellij repeats in mesmerizing patterns, and unlike the mosaics of gods, goddesses, and wildlings we encountered in Volubilis, none of this ornamentation depicts animals or humans, as Islamic law forbids it. No icons or idols are to stand between man and Allah, or God.
Idriss tells us that the medersa was established in 1325, and students would come here to study—with the goal of memorizing—the Qur’an, the most religious text in Islam. This could take years, as the Qur’an contains more than 6,000 ayahs (verses) spanning 114 suras (chapters). Some students would move on to become imams, or Islamic scholars and leaders of worship (one of whom we’d have the pleasure of meeting later on in our journey).
I could barely commit our 14-day itinerary to memory before I left for this trip. Although no amount of literature could’ve truly prepared me for the serenity of this space. It’s as if we’re standing in the eye of the medina—still and calm.
NightcapsThat night, back at the House of Trust, I share a nightcap in the courtyard with some of my companions—Vijay, Maureen, and Lillian—while sharing reflections about our day. As things wind down, someone mentions having gone up to the roof, which overlooks Fez el-Bali. Wishing everyone goodnight, I decide to check it out for myself.
In the quiet presence of potted plants and patio furniture, the air is refreshingly cool, and glowing flecks of light flicker throughout the darkened medina. To my right, a floodlit minaret will sound the first call to prayer just before dawn. Tomorrow, we’ll be taking a long drive south to Erfoud through the Middle Atlas Mountains, and hopefully all of this will start to sink in. I have already seen, and smelled, and felt so much, and I haven’t even been to the desert yet …
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