Not sure what to say about Fez other than this: I hate it. Fez, to me, is the New Delhi of Morocco. This, however, is not an attempt to sway anyone from visiting. As most travelers know, memories of cities are made up less of the sites you see, and more of the people you meet.
For me, Fez was a jumble of men who wanted to do disgusting things to me and let me know very vocally. Fez was a city of liars. A city of dishonesty. A city of ugly, dirty, winding roads. And lying. My favorite person was the man at the post office. The one who asked how I was doing. The one who let me cry.
I hope that My Fez will never be Your Fez, Inshallah.