07 March 2021

Old towns tell a story about a place that is not there anymore, about a time that is long gone. Buildings have scratches because of the people who lived there and different shades or missing pieces because of the wind and rain that washed them away. Locals have, on the other hand, a tired old smile. Their rhythm of life is totally different, it is a little bubble outside the rush of the cities.

Today, I got lost on small streets and looked after old histories in the medina of Fez. It is known for being the oldest one in the world, but I could only tell it is a very difficult maze to find an exit from.