Day 6

Phew! I practically jumped out of the excruciatingly  long ride to Fes. 242 miles! I wanted to shake my weak legs out, so I quickly scarfed down honey croissant and various fruits with green tea. Onward I went to the Fes Festival of World Sacred Music, which has occured for 18 years every winter. I cam at the perfect time, for the weather was lovely and the music was delightful. You could dance in the streets and sacred Moroccan music was played throughout the city. Arab pop and American folk could be heard sometimes and the people talked loudly, but I enjoyed myself regardless. As the crowd carried on I noticed the close mosque not even a mile from where I was. I stolled along until I came across the Andalusian Mosque. Not as brilliant as my first visit to a mosque, but still extravagant. There was a pool in the center of it with optical illusions within it. Very entertaining and passed the time quickly. I walked back through the beautiful Fes with 300 less dirham. My last adventure of the night included venturing into the Souks. Somewhat like a market, but much more glorious. Everything looked like Aladdin, from slippers to jewelry to carpets to genie lamps; I loved it.

Some of the many "magic" carpets sold in the Souks.

 I ended up actually buying a glimmering pair of slippers for 450 dirham, my most expensive purchase yet, but I didn't care. I danced back to Le Palais de Fes, my hotel room, before sliding off my new slippers and going into a deep slumber.