Dream Trip 2009

Great Travel Moment

During our stay in Fez, we set about to visit every souk that the ancient town had to offer. As we entered the maze of the medina in search of the tanneries, we were guided only by our sense of smell. The streets had no names and were virtually indistinguishable, but the scent of the tanneries, a blend of pigeon dung and drying leather, was map enough. When we finally arrived, we were guided to this spot overlooking the vats of natural dyes and bleaches and this lone worker, his skin as weathered as the hides he was working on.