During my time in Morocco, I hired a guide. Even though I swore I wouldn’t. I just got so worn down, tired of pretending to not hear the calls, tired of being on guard.
When in Fez, and I met Sayid, I succumbed and let him take me around the old medina of Fez, which dates back to 793 AD or something crazy like that.
He took me to all over town, including to the coolest overlook in the city, a bath, and even to the leather tannery.The tannery dates back nearly 1,000 years and still processes hides of animals using traditional techniques.
Here, vats are filled with pigeon poop and veggie dyes to prepare the skin for leather production. On a hot summer day, you can smell it across the medina.