Morocco is ¬†a whirlwind of sights, sounds, smells. From the souks to the orange juice stands, the medinas are a constant attack of the senses until you are able to escape to a riad.
Honestly, it was not my favorite place in my travels. It was very hard to be a solo female throughout most of the country.
But, there were definitely moments of supreme awe. When I was visiting Fez, about half-way through my time in the country, I was approached by a “free” guide. For most of my time in Morocco, I waved off these men. But, for some reason, his persistence wore me down and ¬†I him let whisk me through the dusty maze of the Fez medina.
We spent a day together, drinking the delicious mint tea, exploring local pharmacies, the tannery, and even an artist “enclave” of rundown, dimly lit rooms where leather was dyed and hung out to dry in the hot desert sun.