Morocco
Cedar, cumin and thirty-day leather hang in lanes that refuse to tell you where you are.
Come in through Bab Boujloud, under zellij of blue and jade, and Fes el-Bali closes over you: covered lanes, sudden courtyards, a minaret sighted and then lost behind a wall. Nearly a quarter of a city of more than a million people still lives in here, and the old town owes very little to the outside world beyond electricity and visitors.
Al-Qarawiyyin opened its doors in 859, and Guinness World Records still lists it as the oldest existing and continually operating educational institution anywhere on earth. The Chouara pits are the medina's other constant: more than five hundred master tanners work them every day, the run from rawhide to finished leather takes about thirty days, and the only way to watch is to climb through a leather shop onto its balcony. Fez took in families expelled from southern Spain and built Morocco's first mellah in the fifteenth century, which is why the pastilla here is dusted with icing sugar over meat and cinnamon. Climb to the Merenid tombs after the lanes begin to empty; the whole medina finally acquires a shape, which is something the lanes themselves refuse to give you.
Solo
Let curiosity set the route. Follow hammering to a coppersmith, follow the smell of bread to a communal oven, and walk up to the Merenid tombs at dusk to see the shape of everything you crossed.
Couple
A restored riad puts a courtyard fountain and a roof terrace between you and the noise. Book the Ruined Garden's patio ahead, then make locating its tucked-away entrance part of the evening.
Friends
Split up at the tannery. Every leather shop opens onto a different balcony above the pits, so you each see it through a separate lens, then settle the argument later over camel burgers on Talaa Kebira.
Friday couscous at the Ruined Garden, the semolina rolled and sieved by hand, then steamed and plated with saffron-flecked roast pumpkin and courgette.
The camel burger at Cafe Clock, piled with gherkins and a homemade tomato-and-cinnamon ketchup, ordered while the aissawa drummers tune up.

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