Who are these people?
Who grows up here in this movie set? Who goes to school all their young lives walking these streets?
Who sees this every day, the common and the uncommon?
What, then, is uncommon?
Common, the streams of sunlight speckling the sawdust through the tiny, narrow streets between workers shops…
Do these children look up and think: wow, that IS kinda beautiful…
Uncommon, the expensive things in our bags, needing more room to put things, our bulging suitcases…
Where then is this place? With its citizens creating art from the smelly things…
Beyond doors of gold…
…and courtyards lined with finely carved wood and ceramics inlaid with detail so intricate a lifetime is dedicated.
Who can call this home? In languages similar and yet so different, those lying under heavy slabs of marble, sanctified. Maybe they are home?
Can one travel too much? Can one man or woman see so much that nothing raises goosebumps or makes them stand a moment trying to absorb the magnitude of what they are seeing?
Is it possible? Where should someone say, that is enough? Is it possible?
These students have seen Fes.
If they stopped traveling today, they would have at least seen one wonder of the world.
I pray they never stop traveling, never stop seeing the beauty of the earth, never stop finding the fascination of a single person or single place and realizing that – in some way – it is completely unique. A fingerprint. The only one of its kind.
Fes is a fingerprint. Darjeeling is a fingerprint. They are a fingerprint.
The world is a beautiful thing.
Stay tuned… I remain on the road.
-Noah D.
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hailey says that you have been thinking about your return to fes for a year now and obviously came up with a really great bunch of thoughts concerning a city that you both love.