“The streets are serpentine.” Hugh, our taxi driver told us as we stood outside the hotel on our way to the bus station. I’d heard that the city was rather like a labyrinth, but I doubted it could be worse than the medina in Fez. I’d looked at a few maps, but I just didn’t think that we’d struggle finding our way around.And I tend to enjoy being lost anyway. I find the coolest thing when I have no idea ...