Dyer's souk, Fes Medina
At first I thought this was ice cream, but its animal fat in assorted flavors for seasoning. Which made more sense because nothing in the Medina seems to be refrigerated. Kind of like some New York bodegas who keep the thermostat at a lukewarm temperature because they're really cheap and don't think I deserve a cold Vitamin Water.
Baby Aya and her grandpa
Leila and her niece
Fes tanneries. It smells really bad. I bought some babouches, which are leather Moroccan slippers and they smelled exactly like the tanneries. I hope the smell goes away. Also, now I finally understand Vegan footwear. Looking at my slippers, though they are cute, makes me think of poor helpless little animals.
Hills overlooking Fes Medina.
So Leila and I went to this old armory in Fes. And it was a Sunday and not a single soul decided to take the day to look at a museum like us. We walked by this armored man (see pic above) and Leila hops over the rope and gets up next to him and starts taking picture. Of course I'm like the clumsiest person alive and when I got up there the armored man starts rocking back and forth. Immediately a scene of him falling to the floor, shattering in a million pieces, me being told by the Moroccan authorities that the piece is worth like 1 gazillion dollars, and then being locked up in a Moroccan prison flashes thru my mind.
I get lonely.
But so does everybody.
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