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As we entered, the images of the famous Brazilian soap opera \u201cThe Clon\u201d came to my mind, which was broadcast in my native Ecuador during primetime in 2001. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
I was captivated with that story from the beginning. Each woman with Islamic veils reminded me of Jade, the main character, and the ladies’ faces, of the character Soraide. I was even excited when I heard the names of the merchants shouting: Mohamed, Said, Ali or Mustafa.\u00a0<\/p>\n\n\n\n After 16 years (from the time I saw \u201cThe Clon\u201d) I had finally achieved my dream. I was in Morocco, specifically in Fez. An Arab city that visually enchanted me for being a time capsule and having deep-rooted Muslim traditions. <\/p>\n\n\n\n The Medina of Fez is walled, which is generally the case. To immerse myself in the local customs, I stayed in a Riad, which are the typical houses. Outside it had a tiny door, but inside it was large – with an interior patio, fountains and trees – similar to the Uncle Ali’s TV character house. <\/p>\n\n\n\n My surprise was that another Al\u00ed received us, exactly as in the soap opera. The tall, skinny boy dressed in a robe invited us to have the famous mint tea and opened the map of the city. It was an almost impossible mission to move alone in the Medina and more complicated when you are a woman. My best option was to hire a tour guide. <\/p>\n\n\n\n Along with Hassan our guide, the six-hour adventure began in at least half of the 300 neighborhoods that make up the ancient city of Fez El-Bali. The streets have names written in Arabic and you will hardly go through the same area again. But the guide knew them like the palm of his hand.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Nestled in the spice market you can see a giant cedar door that is the entrance to Madrasah or Medersa Al-Attarine, the oldest Koranic school. Its most remarkable features are the marble columns, the tiles and the elaborate carvings made piece by piece by its craftsmen. Its central fountain is used for purification. <\/p>\n\n\n\n The city is known for having the greatest artisans. It is inevitable that the guide will take you shopping, to the stores of his friends making jewelry, rugs, silk sheets, copper pots, leather articles, vessels, and fountains… This is how commerce is part of living in Fez. <\/p>\n\n\n\n Sternly saying \u201cLa shukran\u201d, meaning \u201cno thanks\u201d, will save you from taking a rug in your suitcase or even preventing you from buying a carved door and mail it to your home. And that was exactly what we said, after they took us to the terrace to show us the giant rugs made with camel skin, gazelle and agave thread. <\/p>\n\n\n\n Crossing one of its bridges, the unison hammerings sounds created a harmony in Seffarine Square. Abdul – known for being the man with the toughest hands in the goldsmiths and metalworkers’ neighborhood \u2013 along with his friends, shape cauldrons, pots, kettles, and copper lamps. <\/p>\n<\/div><\/div>\n\n\n\n The temperature reached 38 degrees centigrade, the sun was intense, but we were approaching the most photographed site in Fez. The terrible smell indicated proximity. We went up to Mr. Amman’s store and they gave us a sprig of mint to breathe. <\/p>\n\n\n\n We reached the balcony and from there, we saw the men submerged in the colored tubs of the Chouwara Tannery, as if they were posing for a postcard. Just like in the first episodes of the soap opera, when Latiffa showed Jade that Uncle Ali owned half of the coloring tanks. <\/p>\n\n\n\n In these giant watercolors of white, red, blue, brown and green dyes, the leather of previously slaughtered sheep, cows, goats and camels is transformed. The foul smell is due to the use of pigeon droppings to clean the leather and remove the fat. It’s astonishing how they can work in those conditions. <\/p>\n\n\n\n Dozens of families are engaged in this thousand-year-old business and the leathers are exhibited on their terraces while they complete their drying process. Later on, the fine coats, shoes and wallets go to their stores and after that, they\u2019re sent to Italy or Paris, where many will be branded with the labels of recognized fashion houses. <\/p>\n\n\n\n Every corner in Fez was charming to me: Donkeys everywhere, for transporting cargo; Camel heads hanging in the meat market; the fountains decorations; the colors of the tiles; the elegance of its mosques and Koranic schools; the women dresses. But, above all, the stores, the veils, the traditional shoes, the bags, the ceramics, and the argan oils that specially caught my attention. <\/p>\n\n\n\n As the night came down on us, while waiting for our dinner on the terrace of the Riad, a song came from the speakers of the mosques. It was the call to prayer for all Muslims. Our waiter Hassan and the cook Nabila had to enter to pray towards Mecca, as is their ritual. <\/p>\n\n\n\n And with this moment, we ended up this adventure where I lived the fantasy of being in \u201cThe Clon\u201d for one day. I got to see with my own eyes, that even though the centuries have passed in Fez, its culture and religious traditions are still intact. <\/p>\n\n\n\n To note:<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" The blue gate, known as Bad Bou Jeloud, welcomes you to this labyrinth of 9,000 streets within the Medina. 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