Going inside the Medina was a journey back in time. The narrow passages were intricate and not big enough to allow any vehicle access. All goods had to be carried in on donkeys.
The donkeys would rush through with their owners shouting ‘Ballack! Ballack!’ to clear the way.
Inside we wandered through covered passages. Dye workers stood in sunken pools soaking their materials.
All manner of goods were avalaible.
There were tiles drinking fountains.
Livestock and people.
A caravanserai.
Courtyards and vendors.
Lavish mosques.
Life went on pretty much as it has always done.