Fes

We then took a train to Fes the next day. It was a short 4 hour ride, but was again terrible. We were in a car with a ton of small children, and they wouldn’t stop talking and crying. This was especially terrible because we took the 6am one figuring we would sleep on the train and be good to go in Fes around 10. Instead we were exhausted when we arrived.
We headed straight into the medina, and found it incredibly similar to Marrakesh. It was yellow (Marrakesh was red, and Casablanca was white), and it didn’t have the giant square, but overall it was about the same. So, we took a walk. Sarah (who was feeling better, well better than Mike anyway) bought a leather purse and I got a rug. It was a little pricey, but a good deal for a rug, and I needed a souvenir anyway, so now I have this really expensive handmade Moroccan rug. Was haggling a lot with the guy, and he said I reminded him of the Berber tribe of Jacob(the Jewish one). Kind of insulting!!!
Everywhere I have ben people have called me Ali Baba, but in Fes its come to a new level. I think the beard throws people off because they aren't used to seeing white people with one, but whatever the reason its getting old. Mike and Sarah find it funny, and have taken to calling me ali baba as well, which obviously has gotten old as well.
Later Sarah and I tried to find a Hamman, but found none open that would take both women and men. So, we gave up, and went to bed.