One of the wonderful things about living in Ifrane is how easy it is to drop into Fez for the day. The road down the mountain is often slow and crowded, but on our way we like to pass the stored onions
and the drying olives of early December.
Someday, I’d like to learn more about how the waterclock by the Bou Inania was supposed to work, but today, we drift on past, focused on colors and scents (and grabbing a bag of pricey almonds to nibble as we go).
Today’s great treat is the honey souq, with over a dozen varieties of honey: some of our favorites were lavendar, rosemary, and thyme. Carob honey is supposed to lower cholesterol, forb honey (from the cactus that looks like little fingers) is supposed to be good for the lungs. There’s jasmine, date, fig, cedar, even cumin honey.
Our chosen honeys are weighed and packaged for us. Note all the different colors of honey.
Our (new) friend is named Nouredine or “the light of faith;” he has a family tree stretching from Adam to Mohammed above the door to the honey storeroom.
(Special figures appear as green rounds on a date palm: Adam, Idriss (?), Noah, Abraham (with offshoots of Isaac, Israel, etc.), up to Mohammed. Nouredine is a wholesaler: he works with a number of other men who purchase honey from different sources around the country. Mostly, he sells to bakers who might use the honey to create a particular kind of wedding cake or other sweet treat. His honey is carefully monitored by the state: he has to have it tested to confirm the purity, in contrast to the sugar water sold as honey by the roadsides on the way to Ifrane and elsewhere.
Powered by a massive honey buzz, we continue down the Talaa Kbira, the main street of the old medina. James particularly likes this view of the Qaraouyine minaret:
We also like the fact that so many of the Fez mosques are still such active spaces, so much a part of the community:
In his workshop, a little off the beaten track, a man is painting a door in the time-honored traditions of zouaq, but with bright modern paints:
In Morocco, of course, a teapot is never very far away.
After lunch at a small family restaurant, we visit the Nejjarine fundouq, with its fabulous collection of craft artifacts (no photos permitted), and we climb to the rooftop café for a view down into the street,