Headed back inland and have reached the ancient city of Fes. Baking hot and bustling with people. I thought Marrakech's souk was bad but it is nothing compared with Fes. It is like making the maze at Hampton court 100 times bigger and then dumping the pedestrian rush over Waterloo bridge each morning into the heart of it. One of the most confusing places to wander in the world, I've lost track of the times I have been completely lost. And every inch is filled with someone trying to sell you something. From a bunch of dried figs to a camels head and from a silver teapot to a wedding throne. The lane are to small to get cars up, a blessed relief, which makes it the world's largest contiguous car-free urban area. Doesn't stop the odd Donkey plodding through. Thank goodness the Riad I am staying in is near a city gate so I can sneak round the edge and escape the madness. Climbed up into the hills this afternoon for a panoramic view of the whole city.