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The first big city on that trip was Fez. My husband and I spent many fascinating hours exploring - and losing ourselves - in the medina in the oldest part of the city.
The sights, sounds and smells were all-encompassing and very, very evocative.
Fresh and dried fruits, vegetables and livestock jostled for our attention.
Spices and dried grains were on offer in huge sacks. The aroma from the spices was glorious.
And when the temperatures soared, we slaked our thirst with freshly squeezed orange juice from beautiful sweet Moroccan oranges.
The architecture was something to behold too.
Every now and then, I'd see something to make me smile, like this little cat watching the ladies at the fresh meat stall.
All in all, Fez was a fantastic introduction to Moroccan markets. Next stop, Marrakech.
The first big city on that trip was Fez. My husband and I spent many fascinating hours exploring - and losing ourselves - in the medina in the oldest part of the city.
Fresh and dried fruits, vegetables and livestock jostled for our attention.
Spices and dried grains were on offer in huge sacks. The aroma from the spices was glorious.
The architecture was something to behold too.
Every now and then, I'd see something to make me smile, like this little cat watching the ladies at the fresh meat stall.
All in all, Fez was a fantastic introduction to Moroccan markets. Next stop, Marrakech.
