Donkey and push carts transport all manner of goods along the narrow streets of Fes and if we are not careful we’ll be bowled over by one. This is not to say the drivers are reckless but the streets are steep and the carts build momentum and donkeys have a mind of their own.
Sharon bowing to the greater power of the donkey.When a meal is ordered, bread is immediately brought to the table.Fes bakeryThe Blue Gate is one of the entrances where goods enter the medina from the outside world.
We continue to wander the streets and are recognised by traders outside their shops. My haggling is improving and I was even told by one leather trader I bartered like a Berber. I was not sure if it was compliment or not.
Young school children seem to finish their lessons around midday.Cats and kittens are everywhere and are treated well by the locals.
Food stalls display their wares directly onto the street.The traders are multi-lingual. Many speak Arabic, French and English. I even heard one with a smattering of Japanese.Out of the narrow streets of the medina, it is glary and hot.
At the end of the day the riad is a welcome respite.
The central room of the riad was once open to the elements. Our room is behind the windows upper centre.
