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Fès - the Ancient City
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I took me about two weeks to travel across northern Morocco, including a five-day break at the Mouluya dam. I spent several nights at people's homes, mostly in remote, rural places, where the lifestyle is as ancient and basic as it has been for centuries. When
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Fès is a proud and intense place. The medina makes palpable the city's 1000-year history and the Fassi are a proud, complicated breed. So much of the city's character comes from the tension between its medival roots and its modern desires.
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The narrow alleys that lead to the mosque have huge wooden beams as pedestrian "speedbumps" at roughly 5 feet height, so that the mules can pass easily under them. These wooden beams force grown-up humans to bow their heads to pass underneath thus enforcing a basic sign of respect from anyone approaching the holy structure.
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I stayed in Fès for several weeks, with a week-long interruption, when I took a trip to the capital, Rabat, to pick up some papers. I stayed at friends' places in the Zhak Lahjare neighborhood and at a hotel near Bab Boujeloud. After a few days the hustlers gave up on me, and left me alone. After two weeks I hung out with some of the hustlers and discussed strategies for getting tourists to buy carpets and other souvenirs from various stores.
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Still, in the end, I got ripped off myself, when the brother of one of my friends stole my Canon camera. After a couple of days, I was able to buy it back for $20. After that, things got complicated. I was told that the police had asked for me, and that I would have to leave town. I had already decided that it was time to move on. Altough I suspected that this was just a way to get rid of me after the episode with the camera, I packed my stuff and headed toward the mountains. Just to be sure, I told everyone that I was heading toward the coast.
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