
Fès
… out of the oasis and into the big city. If Chefchaouen was a swirling mass of blue Earth, Fès was the entire galaxy. 600 acres of tiny cobbled streets, hee-hawing donkeys, buzzing motorbikes, and shouts of ‘balak!’–watch out, get out of the way! It was disorienting to pick up and move cities so quickly, but oh, did we learn to recalculate and navigate, if only to not be in the way. Balak! Similar to how one retreats inside herself to find solace and stability, it’s because