A Day in Fez, Morocco
Don’t make it longer.
Fez doesn’t ease you into Morocco. It throws open the door and says, “Come on in — and try not to get lost.”
One minute I was standing in front of magnificent palace gates, and the next I was walking through narrow passageways, passing sacks of lentils, fruit stands, donkeys, motorbikes, and shops overflowing with things I absolutely did not need but suddenly wanted. 😂
👑 First Stop: The Royal Palace
✡️ A Side of Fez I Didn’t Expect — The Jewish Quarter
Travel has a way of reminding you that places are rarely as simple as the headlines make them seem. Standing in Fez and seeing Hebrew, Arabic, and French together stopped me for a moment.
🧺 Then We Hit the Markets
This is where my photographer brain and my shopping brain started fighting. My photographer brain wanted to stop every six feet. My shopping brain wanted to know how much everything cost. 😂
🛍️ “I Was Just Looking…”
What I Carry for Market Days & Walking Tours
comfortable walking shoes • crossbody bottle • portable charger • sunglasses • travel camera accessories
🍊 Street Life in Fez
🚶 Getting Lost Is Part of It
Eventually, the streets became passages, the passages became alleys, and I stopped pretending I had any idea where I was. This is precisely why I travel with a guide. My sense of direction is apparently an optional feature. 😂
🕌 Leaving Fez
Fez wasn’t polished for me. It wasn’t supposed to be. It was noisy, beautiful, old, busy, occasionally confusing and completely alive.
And that is exactly why I remember it.
