They said ther was no way to prepare us for fez. They were right. After all the warnings, it actually was very nice. The sellers weren't too aggressive and I didn't feel like there were scary people or pickpockets. In fact, I think Barcelona was more dangerous.
The sights, sounds and smells were overwhelming. We went to a tannery and they gave us mint to hold to our noses for the stench. They make the most beautiful leather goods out of sheep, goat, cow and camel with all natural dyes. Red is from poppy, yellow from saffron, blue from indigo, black from charcoal. I bought a red goatskin purse which is super soft. We also went to a weavers, rug co-op, and spice store.
Lunch was chicken couscous. I tried eating with my right hand, not too easy.
The women wear everything from western dress to head scarves, caftans, and something that looks like a bandit mask over the mouth. Some of their clothing is absoltuely beautiful. It is definitely a mans world though. No women are allows to eat at the outdoor cafes. The alleys are very narrow and sometimes a motorbike goes roaring past, or a donkey loaded with stuff, or a man carrying an armload of animal skins.
Tonight we go out for dinner and a show.
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