I arrived too late for the last tour of the day, but one of the guards took me down into the basement area to show me a huge prayer room and a place where worshippers wash their hands and head.

My first stop in Morocco was the city of Fes (or Fez, it could be either/or, although Fes is probably more correct as it's certainly closer to the French language which is spoken quite thoroughly all over the country).

This is a view of the housetops in Fes, note all the dishes pointing towards the Al Jazeera satellite.

Here is one of my favorite photos, the dye pits of Fes. I got this shot from a balcony in a tanner's shop overlooking the pits. While I was attempting to take good photographs, everywhere I went there were people trying to hard-sell me on various things.

I managed to hook up with an American couple and we hired a tour guide, who took us to a requisite carpet shop where I sat in an anteroom with the guide, sipping tea while the American couple got their introduction to buying Persian rugs. :-)

They purchased three.

After Fes, I travelled down to Marrakesh and explored more markets.

Marrakesh was less confusing than Fes, and the huge square with all the food stalls and spectacles made this city a better experience.

I have no idea what's in these spice (or fruit) jars.