Behind me was an elderly woman sitting with her legs outstretched, an expression of intent concentration etched on her face; and my body was squeezed firmly between her legs, while her practiced fingertips vigorously massaged black soap into my skin. Occasionally her large bare breasts knocked into my shoulder, and each time I tried valiantly to remember that this level of naked intimacy with a stranger was all part of the hammam experience. A few days earlier, my friend Emi and I had been discussing finding a hammam in Fez. Sonhilde, a bubbly English woman who first visited Fez years ago, had immediately fallen in love with the city and found herself a house buried deep in the medina which she could turn into a guesthouse for tourists. Now she returns to Morocco every few months for a week or two, and regularly visits a nearby hammam. The breeze from the Atlas mountains blew more strongly, prompting goosebumps to rise on my bare shoulders.
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On the lookout for a hammam in Fes, Morocco
Rabat - A video of naked women in a hammam has circulated social media for two days now. Rabat — A video of naked women in a hammam has circulated social media for two days now. Some commentators have called for an investigation into the subject to reveal details of this incident and identify the individual who filmed and broadcasted the video on social media. Such behavior has already taken place in Morocco. One of the masseuses noticed the suspicious behavior of the tourists as they were trying to hide the camera. The employee then rushed to inspect the culprits, discovering that they had taken several pictures of the clientele. After alerting the authorities, both tourists were taken into custody at the nearest police station and an investigation was opened to clarify the circumstances surrounding the incident.
What else do you want me to do? The worst thing you can do in a Moroccan medina is look lost. The mischievous children can sniff you out in a sec and depending on the day, decide whether to accurately help you or point you in the opposite direction just for giggles. Today they were nice and pointed at a subtle yellow and green tiled entrance, where tendrils of steam from what lies within slowly escaped up towards the clouds.
By Harriet Corns. By Contributor. By Nasir Fleming. By Danielle Conlon. I was in the midst of poring over tour books in a Moroccan riad, determined to make the most out of my trip to Fes. We had already shopped at every souk, photographed every madrasa, and inhaled every tagine in Fes, but I still felt like I was just skimming the chapters of the novel that is Moroccan culture. Why do you want to experience public nudity so badly? When in Fes, right?