One of the places we visited in Fez was a Manufacturers for Mosaics and Pottery. We were shown all the stages of creation for the plates and bowls etc, available for purchase in the showroom.
It turned into a quick eye opener to the general working conditions for the artisans in Morocco. Hours of sitting, hunched, over one in a large line of objects, waiting to be crafted. Day after day of this repetitive strain on their hands and body can only be destructive. What beauty is created, but at a cost we rarely ever see. This has become the comprise of those in less privileged environments - hanging onto a particular skill and exercising it religiously to support themselves, until they physically can’t anymore.
I know that the workers in Fez aren’t even on the extreme end of the poverty scale, yet my fortunate-NZ-self still found it hard to accept what I was seeing.