Friday, March 20

Morocco Images IV - Fez: The Great Medina

February 10, 2020
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Plate 20
The short termer dreams only of profit centers. He confuses conviction with wisdom. But the merchant transcends all of that stuff. He’s as excited by the unique and special things that may not be profitable. His customers shop him through trust. 

Once upon a time, the merchant was much like a monk, he practiced an ancient calling. He didn’t have a job in the sense that he knew how to make money, no, a merchant was someone with a gift for where and what - the specifics of how things fit each need and desire. Much like.a doctor, or a lawyer who designed a regimine to meet specific needs - the merchant was a professional healer of wants.

Imagine with me that you are a merchant trader arriving at the head of your great  train of horses and men at the gates of Fez in say 1163. You are merchant to the courts of Paris, Rome, and London here to meet with your Berber and Arab counterparts who are prepared to display immense wealth of deepest Africa, Egypt, Palestine, and even of the Indian and Chinese. 

Here in Fez was, and still is, the grandest medina in the entire world. 

In Fez they work precious metals and stones, tan leathers, and prepare potions and daggers, display mounds of precious spice, and weave textiles from the world’s finest cloths. These artisans take the raw bronze, golds, silvers and gems to morph them into treasures men and women might die to posses. And have. 

All just through this...

Plate 21
A medina’s the non European part of aged Arab cities. It’s filled with mosques, markets, residences, and all of the other needs of life. It evolved out of walled cities or citadels known as catches and kasbahs. Yeah there are big nuances between all of these names and this is a blog not a textbook, K? Still the largest of them, this one. sits in the center of the second of Morocco’s royal cities: Where its markets still offer treats to someone with the skill to know how to match discoveries to the individual delight of friends, family, and clients.

How large? A guide saiid that there were 900 miles of passages and tunnels worming over, under, and through this vast structure. Some of them are open, others snake about like dim channels - many too tiny for robust people to pass without a duck, dodge, or squeeze between others, walls, or ceiling beams. 


Plate 22
The medina bans motor vehicles, bikes and scooters. Passage corners will narrow farther or gape wide to marvels. So surprising treats lure visitors deeper into this maze.

Plate 23
The thousands of medina dwellers serve one another and traffic from the larger city and world. Triple star restaurants and boutique hotels share space behind the walls with homes whose tenants rarely leave. Why should they?

Plate 24

A stretch of scarcity becomes abundance with foods, shops, and elixirs - novelty everywhere. 

Plate 25

Plate 26

Shiny wealth bursts at a corner’s twist.

Plate 27
And there are jobs right here for resident artisans, craftspeople, artists, metal workers, doctors, accountants, lawyers, engineers, and the force that staffs the tannery that continues technology and methods invented by Romans who built their foundation.

Plate 28
Tannery workers dip hides into the vats filled with a chemical formula that also tracks back to Rome: Liquids laced with urine, feces and other stinking mixtures. Visitors are handed lemon tree sprigs to wave beneath their noses to cut a stench thick enough to slash with a Fez dagger.

Rumors stick thickly here, like fables of Holland’s traders who imported tales of this mysterious place: Which triggered their artists to visit and steal this medina’s palette into the shadowy canvases of the Dutch Masters .


Plate 29


Coming: Morocco V: Into The Sahara

3 comments:

Cedric said...

Despite having been born in Algeria and having lived in Senegal for the first five years of my life, and despite my parents only ever having good things to say about the place, I have never held the desire to visit any part of this great continent. I have no reasons for this. It just never occurred to me to select Africa as a destination. Weird I know, after all it's not easy to miss on any map. And since now even the desire to travel has completely evaporated, I imagine I never will. In any case I am enjoying your travelogue. My French relatives often go to Morocco but their photos never look as good as the ones you have been posting. Nor do they ever recount anything as interesting as your posts. It's been a real pleasure. So thanks for that Ted.

Ted said...

Goops, just found this on 4/4/20. Bummer, sorry Cedric. I hope you got the sorta lengthy little essay I dropped to Plop last week? Since it's not been posted, I'm guessing it failed to get by the censors? Double bummer. A byproduct of sequestration is the time to set aside for the discipline of exploring the thousands of images I bring home from a trip and look for meaning that may be lurking in some few of them. I never got through Patagonia, Spain, Central Europe, Spain or Ireland. Hmmm add Italy and Manheim, Pennsylvania to that list, eh? And NYC, San Fran, and... and... Lancaster.

Maybe your attitude toward preserving inventories would reduce a passel of my guilt re. letting my stuff rot. Ah well, glad you've found some of my Morocco feelings resonant. Thanks...

Cedric said...

Hi Ted, I've released your comment from spam limbo and I will respond to it soon. I've been a little busy since this lock down started and unlike so many who claim to be bored at the moment, I have had little time to myself. Hopefully things will settle down soon.
I hope you are keeping well. The US seems to be copping it rather badly at the moment. In Australia our viral growth rate appears to be dropping which is good. A benefit of being a small population on a remote island I suppose :)