Fes, Morocco
The pure essence of Morocco
"In the labyrinth of Fes, where ancient echoes dwell,
Melancholy lingers in the medina's narrow spell,
The alleys whisper stories of a time long past,
Lost in the scents of spices, where memories amass.
Through the bustling Zoco, where fragrances intertwine,
A symphony of food and sorrow, in the market's design,
Life weaves its tapestry, both fragrant and forlorn,
In the heart of Fes, where the soul is born."
