During our visit with our part-time expat son and daughter-in-law in Spain, we hopped a plane and spent a weekend in Morocco. An earlier post shared our experiences in The Blue City (Chefchaouen). Here I’d like to share some photos of Fez or Fes, Morocco. I’ve tried to research the correct spelling because I see it both ways everywhere, but the jury is still out, at least on the internet. There are statements for Fez and statements for Fes. I think it depends on which language you are translating into.
I will say this. In the city itself, I always saw it as Fes. So, that’s what I’ll go with here.
We spent most of our time in the medina, the old part of the city, with narrow and winding streets. Pedestrians and donkeys only. We did see one sign that said, “no donkeys.”
It is like walking into another world in years past. Intriguing. Colorful. Exotic.
So, today, just a photo spread of Fes (or Fez). Let the photos do the talking.