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IF RABAT is the brain of Mo rocco, Fez is its heart Al most equidistant from the Atlantic and the Mediterra nean, and nearly a hundred miles from either is this storied city, still the political and religious -center of Morocco. From a hillside one looks down, In wonder and admiration, on the tree-shaded valley in which lies once-turbulent, always-exotic, now peaceful Fez. It is a chessboard, checkered in countless tiny squares which are the flat roofs of its myri ad houses, the edge of the board being the lofty city walls. Rather, there are two chess boards: Fez £1 Bali, Fez the Old; and higher along the steep slope is Fez Djedid, Fez the New. It was new in A. D. 1276. Like chessmen left scattered aimlessly about the board stand the slender minarets of the many mosques. On every side rise the hills crowned with forts old and new, forts built by long-dead sul tans to cow their rebellious sub jects within the city, others erected by the French to defend Fez against the Berber tribes outside the walls. Beyond the rounded hills, away to the south, are higher mountains covered with snow in winter. But in summer the arid steppes are waist-high in flowers. F^z appears now as it did through the long centuries of Mos lem domination, since Arab invad ers built it somewhere about A. D. 800; as it was before ever the infidels entered it except as slaves or as missions of Christian states humbly seeking to propitiate the Sultan. It remains as it was when still the home of the Sheriflan rulers, the real capital, the enlightened, artistic, magnificent city second to none in all Islam, when in the Twelfth century it boasted 785 mosques; 480 inns, and 120,000 pri vate houses. But hark! A humming drone fills the air; and high over the venerable- city flies an airplane. France rules the sky above and the soil beneath; the Sultan is a shadow in Rabat Is Yet Unspoilt Being only recently opened to the outer world, Fez is as yet unspoilt and of deep interest to the traveler. Its size surprises. From cne end to the other of the twin cities it measures four miles. Its popula tion today is about 107,000, includ ing fewer than 10,000 Israelites who are herded together in the Jewish quarter of Fez Djedid. The European inhabitants, to be found mostly in La Ville Nouvelle, number about 0,600, principally French, with a sprinkling of Span iards and Italians. Of the three parts of Fez—old, new, and newest — unquestionably the most interesting is the first, El Bali. To see it one must enter on foot or in. the saddle, for vehicles cannot pass through its steep and narrow lanes. From Bab Hadid (Hie Iron Gate) a carriage road runs inside the walls around the edge of the city to the new gate of Bou Jeloud, where Fez Djedid touches the older town. Along it modern civiliza tion fringes the ancient city, for it passes by the Auvert hospital, a French post office, the British con . sulate, the bureau of municipal services, a military club, and a museum housed in separate parts of an old palace, the Dar Batha, and by the lovely gardens of Dar Beida, another imperial palace now used only to shelter the resident general when he visits Fes. None of the Arab buildings con verted to modern uses has been Europeanised in outward appear ance and ao they do not detract from the native aspect of the city. steep lanes, dreary and desolate, between the blank walls of tall houses almost windowless on the street side, some as high as a story London dwelling, out the sky in the Dismal as is their interiors are light and luxurious. The privacy of their pleasant gar dens is guarded by eunuchs. There the fair occupants of the harem may cast aside their veils and ugly shrouding garments, and shine in all the splendor of massive jewelry and the bright hues of silken dresses that Arab and Berber ladies wear. Seated on the ground with their backs against the walls of these houses are beggars, singly or in groups, mostly blind. Here three men squat side by side, companions in misery. They are silent, their chins on their chests. In a sudden movenient the three heads are lifted simul taneously, the haggard faces and sightless eyes upturned, three hands thrust out begging bowls, and three voices chorus in perfect time a long-drawn appeal for alms! A Street of Misery “In the name of Allah, give us of your charity! You who have riches, pity the poor! You who have eyes, be merciful to the blind! God will requite ye! Alms! In the name of the Prophet, give us alms!" The three voices cease together, the three bowls are swiftly with drawn, the three heads are low ered, chin to chest again—all in perfect unison. A bell rings clear and sweet; and up the steep lane bobbles a ragged man hugging under his left arm a wet and bloated hairy thing like the swollen carcass of a drowned dog. It is a goatskin water bag with the hair left on. The bearer is selling the liquid and clangs the bright brass bell in his right hand to attract attention. Before the French protectorate over Morocco was established, the British government once sent a mission to the Sultan in Fez with letters and presents. Attached to it was a Scots Guards subaltern —he is a peer and a general today. He had visited the country leave several times, so he was chosen to go with the mission. When it rode in state into Fez, he was mounted on a big mule and clad in the full-dress scarlet and gold of his regiment, with the bearskin —the “hairy hat,” as admiring Dublin street urchins call it—on his head. Tall and handsome, he pre sented a striking figure in his gor geous uniform and appealed to the crowds lining the route to the Im perial palace. But the bearskin busby puzzled them. “Wbat is that he has on his head?" cried a wondering citi zen in the front rank of the spec tators. A newspaper correspondent In Morocco, riding in the procession, had lived many years in the coun try and spoke Arabic fluently. He turned in his saddle and answered the enquirer loudly in the verna cular. “That is a water bag. His sul tan has allowed him to wear it a- a mark of honor for putting out a fire in his town.” The lane narrows into an alley barely nine feet wide, covered over with a trellis-work of long, dried reeds on which lie withering the leaves of a spreading vine which in summer gives a welcome shade. Street af Shops The alley is lined with booths, for. it is the beginning of the fa mous souks. Souk means a mar ket; but here, as in Tunis, it desig nates a street of shops; and in eastern cities the shops that sell the same things are grouped to gether. Thus the Souk El Attarine is the street of the perfume sellers, who vend, besides scents, the large, brightly decorated Marabout can dles to be burned before shrines. In the Souk Id Khiyatine, tailors* street, the knights of the needle ply their trade, end burnooses, je lafae (short-sleeved woolen cloaks), baggy breeches, and other gar When night comes, the ere put up and lock the their establishments. They jgo to their evening meal at a na' restaurant or to drink a coffee at a iii*:
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