Anticipation is often the sweetest element of travel. With 48 hours to go to our next departure, I feel a slight edge of nerves, tempered with a gentle updraft of lightness. I take another run through my luggage, and feel relief with each unnecessary item I remove. How little do I need to bring along; how free can I feel.
We fly out of Toronto, touching down briefly in Paris before we hop a flight to Fez, fabled imperial city of Morocco. We'll be staying in a 'riad' - the old courtyard home of an imperial courtier, and wander the twisted alleyways of the medina in search of treasures.
Come back in a few days to find out what we encounter.
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