![Fez panorama while coming back from Borj Nord (North Fort)](https://i0.wp.com/atlasoftime.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/02/DSCF7648.jpg?resize=1290%2C860&ssl=1)
“I’ll let you be in my dreams if I can be in yours”
― Bob Dylan
As we approached our first sunset in the unique town of Fez, we scrambled to find a place to get a bird’s eye view of the entire city. A quick search of adjacent rooftop bars and restaurants brought our very own Riyad’s rooftop bar to the top of the search list, no pun intended.
![Dusk across the rooftops of Fez, Morocco](https://i0.wp.com/atlasoftime.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/02/DSCF7795.jpg?resize=1290%2C860&ssl=1)
We quickly hurried up to the terrace and were greeted by a spectacular 360 panorama of balconies with clotheslines, thousands of video dish antennas sprinkled like dust on the rooftops, and a cityscape that gradually rose upwards all around us putting us at the center of a fishbowl like experience.
![Rooftops of Fes (Fez) interrupted by mosque minarets getting lit up at dusk.](https://i0.wp.com/atlasoftime.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/02/DSCF7805-Edit.jpg?resize=1290%2C860&ssl=1)
This uniform landscape of diverse rooftops was interrupted intermittently by mosque minarets, peeking their heads up like gophers in a dried-up meadow.
As we soaked in our remarkable surroundings, we noticed two young girls who were rope-skipping on the balcony just across from us. Since I was standing with a camera and tripod, they noticed and uttered a strong “No!”. I obliged, and took the camera away from line of sight.
![We communicated with 2 girls playing on the white balcony across from us (bottom-left) using just hand gestures](https://i0.wp.com/atlasoftime.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/02/DSCF7787.jpg?resize=1290%2C799&ssl=1)
For the next 30 minutes, we played charades with the girls, desperately trying to communicate a slice of each others’ lives without much success, but successfully managing to impart a little bit of curiosity and a little momentary happiness to each other.
The time of iftar drew near and the skies around us erupted in a symphony of azaans from the surrounding minarets. Night fell on Fez and folks hurried to their homes to break their fasts.
![Blue windows, yellow walls, in the valley of the Fez Medina](https://i0.wp.com/atlasoftime.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/02/DSCF7811.jpg?resize=1290%2C860&ssl=1)
As the yellow houses of Fez lit up their blue windows, we were left wondering what would it be like if we could communicate a sliver of our lives with each and every person’s life in each one of those blue windows surrounding us.