Walking in the medina of Fez, in Morocco, is like a photographic orgy. You never know what you are going to get, but you are going to get plenty of it. This shop might be organized in a way that is convenient for the owner, but undoubtely it was organized in a way that look convenient for me. Everything was exploding in shining colors, almost blinding my eyes, until I saw those eyes staring at me. I knew what it had to be done, and I did it. And here it is. Critics are welcome.