After a weekend in the desert of Morocco, a city trip sounded perfect. Noise, colors, smells- all of my senses aroused; and Fez did not disappoint. In the historic Souq of Fez, we saw for ourselves exactly what Old World Europe must have been like. Chickens being sold alive, weighed and then their heads chopped off right at the buyers request; spices by the bag, camels heads hanging, gold, silver, donkeys, tea, and the constant jabber of “you can only get this here”. What differentiated Fez from the imagination of Old Europe was the calls from the Muezzin, requests devotees to come to prayer. The sound is both beautiful and chilling for it unfamiliarity. And as the rain fell, we found beauty in every corner of the great labrynith.