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From Imam Suhayli's we returned to Jamaa el-Fnaa's souq, delving on foot into its delightful maze. As it was just after the hottest part of the day-when most take the opportunity to rest and the shops close down-the souq was quieter. There were less tourists, and more native dwellers, milling about in the shadows.
No one could point us directly to Imam Jazuli's maqam (mausoleum), seemingly lost as to who it was we were looking for. Miraculously, their directions pointed to the other Seven Saints we had not visited, and in this way we saw all (or nearly all) of them, though their maqams were often closed. We stopped just outside their entrances to send quick greetings and prayers anyways. And then, at last, we came to it.
It was incredible. Immediately we were engulfed in a sense of sacred, hushed joy. We were alone but for a group of four or five caretakers reciting devotional prayers. The time we spent there was restful and solemn and comforting all at once.
