Saturday 12 May
A guard at the airport wagged his finger at me as I took a phone photo of the terminal. I think he was telling me to put that piddly thing away and get out a real camera. In this city, once you do that it is hard to put it away again.
Twenty dirhams had our luggage wheeled on a cart through narrow lanes, derbs they are called here, up a hill overtaken by donkey delivery loaded with electrical goods from India. Our accommodation, Riad Fes Kettani is down a dingy lane behind a large metal door and inside is an oasis.
Sunday 13 May
Before the sun, I took to the rooftop terrace where it was a chilly 14℃. I was later told that the satellite dishes were termed the flowers of Fes.