Safron-yellow, poppy flower-red, indigo-blue. Standing on the roof tops of Fes's ancient Medina, I felt like a visitor to another era. Down below, men dipped cow, sheep and camel skins in vats of dyes, or sprayed the dye over the prostrate skins, just as they did centuries ago.
This was the first day of many in which we were almost run down either by load-carrying donkeys ("ATTENTIO!" their drivers shouted as they ploughed at speed through the narrow alleys), or by bread-carrying children, late home for dinner.
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