The Days Fly By . . .

Meknes












Volubilis - visiting these Roman ruins was like visiting Pompeii.





Fes - the city of arts and crafts - so much going on here all the time. I did a lot of my shopping here - pottery, mosaic tiles, lanterns, weaving - everything is happening in Fes - which is the Moroccan spelling. A Fez is a hat - Fes is the city :-) (Kinda like Munich and Muenchen in Germany).

And OhMyGod it was really hot . . . sweat through your clothes hot . . . I mean, I still cannot figure out how Moroccans wear as much clothing as they do. I regularly saw men in warm up sweats and leather jackets, and it was like 90 degrees out! Plus, the women I did see were completely covered up in traditional garb - pants, long tunics, hijab - and no one looked as sweaty as I was.

I did see a LOT of people selling boxes of tissues on the streets - and I wondered about this and decided it must be because it's so hot. I went through my share, just keeping the sweat out of my eyes!

Two nights in Fes and we headed for the desert . . .