Lost and Found in the Ancient City of Fez
- Jul 9
- 4 min read
Good afternoon sweet family! It's almost the weekend and I hope you're feeling ready for it! I'm making plans to go visit a temple tomorrow morning...it has been a while since I have been on temple grounds, and my soul begins to crave that after a while!
Keep your eyes peeled for my Sunday Soul~food post this weekend too! I think you'll love it!
Now, on to the next part of my moroccan journey, from the mountains of Chefchaouen to the ancient city of Fez...boy what a change!
There are places in the world that ask nothing of you except that you slow down, and see what you can notice.
Fez is one of them.
The moment I stepped through the gates of the ancient Medina, it felt as though I had crossed an invisible threshold...not just into another city, but into another century. The rhythm of modern life seemed to fade behind me as I wandered deeper into a maze of narrow alleyways that have hosted merchants, craftsmen, and travelers for more than a thousand years.
There are no neat grids or predictable streets here. The Medina twists and turns without apology, inviting you to surrender any desire to know exactly where you are. At first, it felt a bit disorienting and scattered. Then, strangely, when you let go...it becomes freeing. Every winding path promises another surprise, another hidden doorway or unexpected vendor on the street, another glimpse into a way of life that has endured through generations.
Every corner truly awakened the senses!
There was music in the streets all throughout the city.
The air carried the fragrance of fragrant foods, spices, cedarwood, leather, and fresh mint. The melodic call to prayer drifted over the rooftops, mingling with the sounds of artisans carefully shaping metal, weaving rugs, carving wood, and hammering brass by hand.
As I wandered these charming, ancient stretts I began to feel it... life wasn’t being rushed here...it was being practiced, one deliberate movement at a time, and wow, that made me feel so alive!
I wandered through colorful souks overflowing with handwoven textiles, intricate mosaics, romantic art, vibrant ceramics, embroidered slippers, and lanterns that seemed to glow even before the sun had begun to set. Everywhere I looked, there was texture, aged stone walls, weathered wooden doors, colorful fabrics spilling into the narrow streets, and shelves lined with beautifully crafted Moroccan tea sets that shimmered like tiny works of art. This place left so special, it had its own magic.
One of the most unforgettable experiences was visiting a rug shop that was family owned for hundreds of years and passed down through generations. I had their famous mint tea with them while in his shop, while spoiling my feet with the lovely textures of the many rugs he wanted me to feel- he was so proud.
Standing above the centuries-old dye pits, I watched craftsmen continue traditions passed down through countless generations.
It wasn’t polished or glamorous.
It was raw, authentic, and deeply human.
In a world increasingly driven by automation and convenience, there was something profoundly moving and wonderful about watching people create with nothing more than skilled hands, patience, and years of dedication to their craft.
That, more than anything, is what stayed with me.
Fez reminded me that beauty doesn’t have to be perfect to be extraordinary. Sometimes it lives in weathered walls, worn stone pathways, faded paint, and traditions that refuse to disappear.
Sometimes it lives in slowing your pace enough to notice the details everyone else rushes past.
As I wandered through those ancient streets, I realized that travel isn’t simply about seeing new places.
It’s about allowing those places to reshape the way you see the world.
Fez taught me that there is an undying quiet wisdom in craftsmanship, in patience, and in honoring the old ways. It reminded me that not everything valuable can be mass-produced, hurried, or measured by efficiency. Some things, like meaningful conversations, handmade art, and a life lived intentionally are worth taking your time with.
I left the Medina carrying far more than photographs and souvenirs.
I left with a renewed appreciation for slowing down, paying attention, and finding wonder in the beautifully imperfect.
The following morning, before dawn, I would leave Fez behind and begin an eleven-hour journey across Morocco toward the Sahara Desert, a journey that would become one of the most unforgettable experiences of my life!! That story coming soon!
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Sending you all so much love and light for the weekend! Thank you so much for being here, for reading along and for allowing me to share my travel stories with all of you!
Be at peace!
With love,
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