The climax of our visit to Fes was a gala dinner and show in an impossibly elegant restaurant, the name of which I don’t remember and can’t find in any of our trip records; but it was as opulent and beautifully furnished as any of the palaces we saw in Morocco.
Fes is not noted for nightlife. According to one web site I visited, “Fes is a conservative city so raucous nightlife is not on the menu.” Another advised “If you are looking for a party town, try Marrakesh instead.” The entertainment presented to us was relatively sedate, but then we were not looking for a particularly raffish or outré experience.
It was inevitable, of course, that in a Maghreb Muslim country we would get belly-dancing, so that was no surprise. There was also dancing with audience participation to the accompaniment of what I assumed to be traditional Moroccan music. I have never gained much of a taste or appreciation for the dance in any of its forms, so I didn’t find these activities especially beguiling. My favorite part of the show was the magician, who pulled doves out of his hat and did other sleight-of-hand tricks. It was all good food and good fun in a beautiful setting, on the whole a suitable ending to our stay in the fascinating city of Fes.
