I studied abroad in Fez, Morocco during the summer after my freshman year in college. The thermometer frequently read above 100 degrees F and I looked for respite in air-conditioned cafes and restaurants.
To enter the old city, of Fez, Morocco, you enter through a Bab, which means door, or gate. Bab Boujeloud, the blue gate, is the most majestic of all. It’s scrawled with indecipherable calligraphy, beckoning you into the spiders-web of the medina. Read More