Hoe ik een week te Fez doorbracht

The narrator arrives in Fez after a long trek through the winding valleys that lead from Rabat, and the city immediately feels both intimate and timeless. Its gray walls give way to towering kasbah ramparts, a modest bastion that echoes distant Constantinople, while minarets crowned with turquoise tiles punctuate the skyline. The first impression is that of a living museum, where stone, color and shadow blend into a quiet, almost painterly scene.

Soon the traveler is drawn into the bustling mellah, the historic Jewish quarter, guided by Mansoer—a convert who bridges cultures with quiet hospitality. A simple tea ceremony beneath a fig tree offers a moment of calm before the streets swell with merchants, chatter, and the scent of spices. The narrative captures the rhythm of daily life, the intricate tilework, and the warm exchanges that make a week in Fez feel like an invitation to explore its layered past.