Fez is also home to a 16th century mudrasa, where teen boys would come to study the Koran for a few years at a time. The smell of cedar was everywhere, thanks to the carved cedar ceilings. The walls were molded plaster, painted in geometric designs.
I tried to imagine what it would have felt like to come here as a kid from the countryside and see all of the calligraphy snaking up the walls, the tiled pillars, the arcades, the lightwells.
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