Approaching the bab |
On the other side! |
Within the medina there are also commercial districts, and a lot of the same types of work can be found clustered together. Dyers can be found near each other, and can be identified by the items handing in their shops as well as the colorful run off in the streets.
The copper market is located around a central square, where a handful of men sit and make hammered copper pots and utensils--the sound is deafening! There are streets where the you walk past stall after stall of dates or olives (and no, the proprietors are not happy to have you take photos), or pastries, or meat. You can buy ground camel meat already spiced and mixed for easy preparation, or you can pick your live chicken.
As Mohammed 1.0 said--the medina is just as it was in the 14th century. People still do the same work, using the same tools and if you cam back in a hundred years, it would still look the same. This seems to be largely true, although there are more refrigerated cases in the medina than probably existed in the 14th century.
But the median is definitely from another time and place. The streets are far too narrow for anything like modern delivery trucks or cars--so donkeys are the primary carriers. Cries of "Balak! Balak!" warn you to step aside because something large and heavy is coming up behind you. The most modern addition is currently hand carts, because not everyone has the resources to keep donkeys.
Sometimes you see bikes, or even scooters, but burros are at least as prevalent.
It was busy and crowded and loud, full of people practicing their craft and running their businesses, serving the people who were doing their marketing. And as busy and stuffed with goods as this place is, Mohammed 1.0 often counseled "don't try to buy that here--wait for Marrakesh."
One exception was leather. We were taken to a leather producer (one hesitates to call it a factory) that continues to tan and dye animal skins the old fashioned way--by using pigeon poop.
Mohammed 1.0 led us to a nearly anonymous doorway, somewhere in the depths of the medina.
We were handed large sprigs of mint to hold up to our noses to combat what we were promised was a powerful smell, and then we went up to the roof.
Spread out below us was the entire tannery, the processing, the drying, and the dying of leather. It definitely looked like something from another time.
To the right, under the overhang was a water wheel that had something to do with the initial processing of the skins. The smell of ammonia was not too overwhelming, and may have been coming off the low rectangular vats where the hair was removed, and the skins were bleached, softened, and preserved.
I am pretty sure there was more information provided than I was able to take in. At least one person in our group had by that point stuffed the mint into their nostrils, which was distracting! The smell wasn't overpowering, and it was clearly something you could get used to if necessary.
(To be honest, the mint didn't do much for me, because at some point I had peeled and orange, and the smell of orange oil from under my nails was far more potent than the mint could possibly have been!)
Once processed, the skins are hung to dry, a process that takes half as long in the summertime, when it gets very very hot!
The tannery processes goat, cow, and camel skins, in increasing order of toughness. Goat is used for women's leather jackets, while means are sometime goat, or else cow. Camel is very durable and used for bags and cases.
The processing, we are told, it totally organic and the same process has been used for centuries. It involves collecting pigeon droppings from a coop on site, as well as the voluntary donations from the entire city.
The dye vats are the round ones on the left side, and all dyes are also organic, made from plants and minerals. The men who worked there walked around the edges of the vats, nimbly balanced and never seeming at risk of falling in.
Inside the store, beautiful leather goods were available for purchase. Slippers, jackets, wallets, suitcases, belts. . .in a wealth of colors.
It arrived, it was exquisite, and made such an impression that Dee Dee decided she needed the same one. The owner measured Dee Dee wearing my jacket, took both of them back, and delivered a custom jacket by 10 pm that night. And everybody agrees--the leather is like butter!