#Traditional Tanneries

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Morocco: 🌴🕌 A Journey Through Culture and Beauty

🌍 Plan your Moroccan escape now and experience the magic: 🐪✨ #VisitMorocco #MoroccoTravel #SaharaAdventure #ExploreMarrakech #DiscoverMorocco

🏜️ The Sahara Desert: Embark on an unforgettable adventure with a camel ride 🐪 across the golden dunes of Merzouga and spend a night in a desert camp under a blanket of stars

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🌊 Chefchaouen’s Blue Streets: Discover the charm of the Blue Pearl of Morocco, with its picturesque alleyways and scenic mountain views.

🏰 Fez’s Rich Heritage: Wander through the historic Medina of Fez, home to the world’s oldest university, Al Quaraouiyine 🕌.

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As I've been compiling my fiber/textile composition megalist as part of my personal journey to prioritize slow fashion & natural fibers, I have stumbled across something.

I knew vaguely that there have been companies making trial vegan leathers derived from mushroom or pineapple (brand/trade names Mylo and Piñatex, for example).

What I did NOT realize is that these companies omit a key component in their fabric production.

On the Mylo website, if you click "material" you get a very simplified 4 step explanation of their mushroom leather. Step four:

How Mylo is Made: Surface texture and finishing is applied by a Leather Working Group (LWG) gold-rated tannery for an unmistakable resemblance to traditional leather.

Neat. Quick question!

What is the surface finishing made out of?

Is it actually a polyurethane resin coating, like MOST other artificial leathers on the market which already exist? Maybe! Hard to say!*

But right now, if you buy artificial leather that is labeled as being PU, polyurethane, or even PVC/vinyl (unfortunately pu/pvc overlaps and also is sometimes used interchangeably in confusing ways) — MOST of the time it is a composite fabric that is a textile coated in poly-based resins, and MOST manufacturers do not list the fiber content of the base textile backing.

You could buy artificial leather using a cotton backing and it will just say it's composed of polyurethane.

So these new types of vegan/artificial leathers derived from plants which do NOT state the composition of the coatings they're using may still, at the end of the day, just be a plastic.

it's probably still plastic-leather!

* until those companies bragging about their plant-leathers state what sealants/coatings they use to finish their product and make it into a workable textile, I'm going to just assume they're still making PU/PVC leathers, just with plant fiber backings.

And unless they tell us what this coating is, we have zero idea how it impacts the environment, the manufacturers, or how it biodegrades.

So not only are these plant leather alternatives currently experimental, expensive, and not accessible — I have no way to prove they're not still plastic.

[ccghastly]

you got me curious! What are your headcanons for the citadels towers? or do you have any really niche hcs?

Mad Max Fury Road Headcanons

Hi Anon! Thank You SO MUCH for asking! It really does mean a lot to me. To answer this I'm gonna have to go on a bit of a rant, as I've thought about this too much and have put far too much detail into these particular headcanons. I'm also gonna be answering this back-to-front.

I hope that's okay.

War Boys and Bedrooms

(I really didn't mean for that title to look so much like an innuendo, but I'm not mad about it)

We're starting with the Niche Stuff cause I think it's a bit more interesting and fun to read.

Most Warboys sleep in The Pit, the lowest level of the second tower.

In the early days, when there was less space, it was tradition for crews to carve and dig out the walls, making their own alcove to claim. This has largely fallen out of practice, as the turn over rate of the warboys leads to there almost always being empty alcoves to claim. Infighting over alcoves that are considered 'the best’ remains rampant. 

Warboys are also known to carve out personal nooks just about anywhere the wall depth allows, rules were quickly implemented about what walls can and cannot be carved into, to prevent the citadel from coming down around their ears. To circumvent uncarvable walls, Warboys will embed hooks into the walls or ceiling to securely suspend beds and platforms, building these nests absolutely everywhere. 

Imperator alcoves are called ‘grottos’. They’re among the highest levels of the second tower, have windows, multiple rooms, bedding, and direct access to aquacola.

The Coma-Doof Warrior was granted his own Den as a reward from Immortan for his singular talents, at his own request most of his rooms are open to the sky(for premium sunbathing), with many hammocks of varying sizes strung up in every room. His rooms have the same amenities as an Imperator's Grotto and are connected to a smaller lower floor that he arranged to be given to his Drummers and crew.

Warboys commonly bunk in alcoves with their crew, in nooks within the dorms that are unofficially separated by role, in a personal nook/nest, (rarely)in their imperator’s grotto, or in an alcove with their friends allies.

The general opinions of the warboys on the bunks goes, from least cushy chrome to most: Nest, Nook, Alcove(commonly just ‘Cove’), Grotto, Den, Trove(Immortan&sons rooms), Vault(the wives)

Now onto the more nitty-gritty stuff!

The Citadel: Towers, Levels, and Floors

In my headcanon the towers of the Citadel are organized into Levels and Floors, typically with multiple floors making up each level. Every level and some floors are named, ostensibly for ease of reference, but mostly for my amusement. Each rank of person in the Citadel is separated into a different level within the towers. We'll go tower by tower.

The Levels of the First Tower of Citadel, listed highest to lowest(with named floors):

The Garden

The Crown(Vault, Trove(Immortan&Sons), Gallery/Balcony)

Immortan’s Court(Parlour(milkers), Aviary(high breeders))

The Levels of the Second Tower of Citadel, listed highest to lowest(with named floors):

The Greenery

The Doof Den(Coma-Doof's rooms, Drummers Alcove)

The Grottos(Prime's Grotto, Furiosa's Grotto, etc)

The Court(Nursery(cubs), Roost(damis), Abbey(low breeders))

The Kennels(pups)

The Shops(Wheel Shrine, Blood Bank, Organic-Mechanic/Bloodshed, Garage, TradeHaul)

The Lift(the floor that is the lift’s main stop, which is its own level)

The Pit(Wreck(recreation), Mess(cafeteria), Clay Pools, Dorms, Alcoves)

The Third Tower

Staffed by and home to lifted wretched and a few full-lifes to manage them, it contains:

The Kitchens,

The Mill & Mill-rats,

Waste-Workers,

Plumbers,

Tannery & Tanners,

GateKeepers rooms,

Etc.

(are you meant to give 'etc' its own bulletpoint? I've no clue)

I hope all that makes sense. If anyone has any questions I'd be more than happy to answer them!

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Visit Morocco: Family-Friendly Adventures

Morocco, a land of vibrant colors, bustling souks, and ancient wonders, isn’t just for intrepid solo travelers or romantic couples. It’s a fantastic destination for families too! With its mix of cultural immersion, outdoor adventures, and kid-friendly attractions, Morocco promises an unforgettable vacation for all ages. Let’s dive into some exciting activities and destinations that will have your whole family saying, “Let’s visit Morocco again!”

Camel Trekking in the Sahara Desert: A Childhood Dream Come True When You Visit Morocco

Imagine the wide eyes of your kids as they climb atop a gentle camel, ready to embark on a desert trek. The vastness of the Sahara, with its rolling dunes and golden sands, is a sight that will ignite their imagination. As you sway rhythmically with the camel’s gait, share stories of nomadic life and gaze at the breathtaking sunset painting the sky in vibrant hues. It’s an experience that will create lasting memories for your family when they visit Morocco.

Exploring Marrakesh’s Enchanting Jemaa el-Fnaa: A Sensory Overload for the Whole Family

Marrakesh’s famous square, Jemaa el-Fnaa, is a whirlwind of activity that will captivate young and old alike. Snake charmers, storytellers, acrobats, and musicians fill the square, creating a lively atmosphere that’s both exciting and slightly chaotic. Wander through the stalls selling traditional crafts, sample delicious street food, and let your kids try their hand at henna art. The energy of Jemaa el-Fnaa is contagious and will leave your family buzzing with excitement during your visit to Morocco.

Getting Lost in the Medina of Fez: An Urban Adventure in Morocco

The medina of Fez, a UNESCO World Heritage Site, is a labyrinth of narrow alleyways, hidden courtyards, and ancient architecture. With its maze-like streets, it’s easy to get lost, but that’s part of the fun! Encourage your kids to embrace the adventure, discover hidden gems, and marvel at the intricate details of the buildings. Don’t miss the tanneries, where leather is dyed in vibrant colors using traditional methods. It’s a unique experience that will spark curiosity and conversation during your visit to Morocco.

Relaxing on the Beaches of Essaouira: Fun in the Sun for Everyone

After days of exploring, unwind on the beautiful beaches of Essaouira. With its long stretches of golden sand, gentle waves, and refreshing Atlantic breezes, it’s the perfect place to relax and recharge. Let your kids build sandcastles, fly kites, or try their hand at surfing. The laid-back atmosphere of Essaouira will soothe your soul and create a sense of calm after the hustle and bustle of the cities.

Discovering the Magic of Chefchaouen: A Blue Wonderland to Visit in Morocco

Nestled in the Rif Mountains, Chefchaouen is a charming town painted entirely in shades of blue. Its narrow streets, adorned with colorful flowers and intricate doorways, create a fairytale-like setting that will delight your kids. Explore the medina, visit the Kasbah museum, and hike to the Spanish Mosque for panoramic views of the town and surrounding countryside. The magic of Chefchaouen will leave a lasting impression on your family when you visit Morocco.

Embracing Nature in the Ourika Valley: A Breath of Fresh Air When You Visit Morocco

Escape the city and immerse yourselves in the natural beauty of the Ourika Valley. With its lush greenery, cascading waterfalls, and traditional Berber villages, it’s a refreshing change of pace. Hike along the river, visit a local market, and enjoy a traditional Berber meal in a family home. The Ourika Valley offers a glimpse into rural Moroccan life and provides opportunities for outdoor adventures and cultural immersion during your visit to Morocco.

Morocco is a destination that caters to all ages, with its mix of cultural experiences, outdoor adventures, and family-friendly attractions. Whether you’re exploring ancient cities, trekking through the desert, or relaxing on the beach, Morocco will create memories that your family will cherish for a lifetime. So, pack your bags, grab your kids, and embark on an unforgettable journey to this captivating country!

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Sankt Wylan Van Sunshine - Dawn - 1/7

For the @grishaversebigbang 2023 as my first serious foray into fanfiction writing!

See GORGEOUS art: HERE (By @irreplaceable-ecstasyy) HERE (SPOILERS for Part 5) (By @doorhandle16)

Additional thanks to the lovely and patient beta of this fic: @poeticor

AO3: (to be linked)

Summary: Wylan Van Eck has always loved the sun, a little more than anyone he's ever met has, but that doesn't mean it isn't a shock when he discovers he has the power to harness it, especially when said discovering comes in the middle of him escaping yet another assassination attempt.

Wordcount: 6,143

TW/CW: (better safe than sorry) brief alcohol use, non-consensual drug use, violence, kidnapping, suicidal thoughts and ideation.

Chapter One

His mother called him ‘sunshine’, for when he smiled it was as if her whole world lit up and, much like those mothers thousands of years before, every night she was wracked with anxiety of if he would rise again. Even if it was nonsensical. 

His father gave him no nicknames, though he was sweet to the boy and indulged his requests for sweets, or a hug, or to play in the garden when he had the time. The boy lit up just the same. 

Though the mother had never had children before, she thought her son acted strange. When she brought them up to her husband she was given a cursory ‘boys will be boys’ to excuse his son's weird habits. 

For the boy often hid in the cupboards, and underbeds, shutting himself away in the darkness. Both parents and house staff had stopped being worried when he wasn’t anywhere to be seen around the fifth time he had hid himself away in the wardrobe.

The boy’s mother had been told that children were afraid of the dark, and she believed it - it had been her own childhood fear, too. The other councilmen’s wives had told her many children were too scared to sleep without a lantern on their bedside. But her son was different. It was as if he couldn’t sleep unless it was complete darkness. 

“The fire’s too loud,” he’d say, when she put the lantern on his bedside.

“The stars are too noisy,” he’d say, when the curtains weren’t drawn. 

The other councilmens’ wives told her not to worry, as they watched their kids run around the grasses. They reassured her that children say odd things all the time, when they don’t yet have the language to say what they really want. 

The boy’s father was only proud. “He’s already so mature,” he’d say, patting his son on the shoulder, “he already has the mark of a great man. He has already discarded the childish comforts the other boys need.” The boy’s father smiled, so his mother smiled too, and hoped it would all be alright, that she really was overthinking things. 

___

Wylan wondered if kidnappings were like exponential equations in the way they worsened. The first time would be shocking, of course, but seem small by comparison if every subsequent time he was handled rougher, he was tied up tighter, and it seemed twice as hopeless. This would lead, however, to mean that at a certain point it looks, at least on a graph, like it barely gets any worse. 

Of course, this hysterical thought was probably due to him being in shock, due to him being in the midst of his second kidnapping. A second instance of it is hardly enough to make a peer reviewed paper of the subject, though. Much less a mathematical equation. 

He’d ignored the letters showing up at his door for almost two months now, using them to help fuel the hearth as the months got colder. 

It had been a good day, before the whole kidnapping ordeal. 

Waking up with the sun, getting stuck into his work and the rhythm of the tannery, going to the local bar with his peers to celebrate a good day’s work with a drink (a typical after work tradition). A boy across the bar even winked at him, and sent him a drink. Wylan blamed his subsequent red cheeks on the alcohol. He danced across the floor with some of his workmates, and a few strangers. Wylan was the first to admit he wasn’t the most talented when it came to his footwork, but the tavern jigs were easy to get swept up in and enjoy. 

He’d been having such a good day he didn’t realise there was much wrong when his head felt light, his legs tangled together when he walked, and he could barely keep his eyes open. Later he’d remember the stark relief of fresh night air dimmed by the fog in his brain, and the stone of the alley jumping to meet his gaze. He didn’t remember the rope being tied and tightened around his limbs. 

___

Wylan woke slowly, then all at once. Every sense alarmed. 

The rough rope scratching at his wrists and ankles, the cloth cloying his mouth, the blooms of pain across his skin. His equilibrium swayed until, for a moment, Wylan was weightless. Soon, the moment passed. Pain rocketed up his side as it collided with wood that rocked beneath him. A small boat. 

As soon as he hit the boat, Wylan’s breathing came fast, he squirmed as much as he could, against the restraints, trying desperately to get them off. Wylan felt like a feral animal. All yells for help he cried muffled by the gag and transformed into yowls and caterwauls. He stopped abruptly when a boot kicked at his shoulder. 

Wylan stared up at the man above him. Not so much grizzled as tired, still young but as if life itself exhausted him. The gauntness of his cheeks and the slump of his shoulders didn’t do much to keep it a secret. He pressed his boot into Wylan’s chest, prompting a choked gasp quickly out. 

“Look, kid,” the man said, as if lecturing a child. “This is just business, nothing against you, but could you at least be quiet? My sister’s wedding is tomorrow.” The boot was removed and Wylan’s panic turned silent, but shaking, his whole body quivering as if cold. The man’s friend, the other who had held him, who spat out the chewed jurda between his teeth, jumped into the boat with a grunted affirmation. 

They began to row. 

They rowed away from Ketterdam. 

For a moment, Wylan was gripped by hope. The Council of Tides watched over the Kerch waters, making sure those who entered or left were safe, both from rogue ships and from harsh waves. They’d realise, with their sense of water, that there was a boat out. A boat that wasn’t supposed to be here. They’d come and investigate. They would! They’d see that he’d been kidnapped, and they’d stop the boat. They’d save him. 

But… the other men were utterly calm. Talking quietly between efforts as they rowed about a new drink they had. They weren’t trying to be stealthy, or disguise themselves or what was happening in the boat. 

He wanted to yell at them to talk to him. He wanted to ask why they were doing this, why they’d kidnapped him. 

He knew.

He wanted to question them with a knife to their throats, demanding answers of how they’d known where he was, who had paid them off.

He knew.

He’d known since they’d grabbed him, really. 

He must’ve.

There was no other option. Especially if the Tides did not bother to stop them. 

The Merchant Council and the Council of Tides had a tension filled relationship, but they worked together, they compromised. And this must’ve been one. He wondered what it had cost, really. How much was his father paying? In coins, in possessions, property, promises. How much was he worth getting rid of? 

It was a demeanted spark in his chest that pointed it out. One that had warped from the pride he held from being his fathers son, to the pride he felt, now, being worth enough he is willing to pay so much to be finally rid of. 

He let the spark and its equated tightness in his chest fall away as tears ran down his face. 

He shuffled and winced as his hand grazed harshly against a loose nail. Ideas flew through his mind and he quickly put a lid on his facial expression, keeping it tight so it didn't fall into a hysterical grin. He wedged the nail between the tied ropes on his wrists and started sawing. He tried to do it subtly, disguised by his squirming. Wylan squirmed to such a degree the taller man stamped a foot down on his thigh. Wylan screamed, he couldn’t help it. All he got in response was a mumbled retort from the kidnapper to keep quiet and stop rocking the boat. 

He keeps rubbing his hands against them in time with the waves, focusing all his sense of it to quell his panic, quell his fear. 

The rope hadn’t frayed enough yet, but he still held hope. The repeated motion and chance for survival was more than enough to distract him from his pain. He took a deep breath. He had escaped kidnappers seeking to kill him once, he can do it again, right? Surely it’s not much different, he thought; his own mind's optimism poisonously saccharine, as he watched the docks edge further backward, and the absence of boats around them grow stark. 

There were still lights he could see, even more people behind them that he couldn’t. Glowing. Glinting off the windows of warehouses and watchtowers and streetlamps. A few taverns filled with light and music and strangers. All unaware of his peril. 

The ropes weren’t cutting. 

Doubt. It built up in him like tar, filling his gut and making him nauseous. No one would come for him. No one cared. He wasn’t anything to anyone anymore but an obstacle. A placeholder.

Even if he was to survive this, if his father had found him and come after him twice already, what would stop him from doing it again? He had escaped a single assassination before, could he really do it again? Or again after that? He felt useless, stuck on the ground of a boat, leant against the side in a way that made his neck ache, and the shadows on his kidnappers face seemed starker. 

It welled up in him more. A liquid, filling the all available space in his body. 

Wouldn't it be better, if he was dead? If he was able to join his mother in whatever afterlife awaited him? His father would tilt his teary face towards the newspapers, to win sympathy and attention, because he just can't handle that loss of his beloved son so soon before his new child’s birth. 

That’s why he is so insistent on drowning, isn’t it? His body washed upon shore, pale and blue and lifeless. If his body was discovered stabbed or strangled or shot, there is cause for doubt, especially so soon after his new marriage. If he drowned instead, well, he was always a sickly child. Maybe he slipped. Maybe he did it himself. 

What a legacy that would be to leave behind. A failure on all counts except death, which his father will orchestrate like he’s never known his place outside of a musician’s chorus. And the public will listen. When he’s dead, when he has no voice, he’ll become the perfect victim. He’ll stay that way. 

Wylan became so wrapped up in his thoughts that he didn’t realise when the men stopped rowing their boat. He didn’t register when the men began to stand until he's lifted by the ropes tied around him. 

Wylan couldn’t bring himself to move, staring up at the sky, watching grey clouds float across the moon. 

The men swung him and Wylan, for a second, accepted it. He’d never admit it, to anyone. Possibly never even admit it to himself. But in this second, he gave up. Wylan knew that it would hurt so much more to struggle, and hadn’t his life been already so pained. Maybe it would be better to lay down and die. 

Would he gain back dignity, if he made that choice? Instead of resisting, does it become a suicide? If he shifted the frame and it’s no longer a surrender to the inevitable but a last stand against his warring noble silences and feral childishness. Maybe, he just dies. That is how the story ends. Without happily ever afters. Without hope and joyful epilogues. 

In the span of a third in the moment, as Wylan’s body is swung, and he hung in the air in the second before he swung back the other way, he decided. It all flashed behind his eyes. Not his life, not moments that passed, but what futures could be. He made his decision. 

He wanted to live. 

He struggled. He kicked and punched and bit at the gag in his mouth. He screamed against it and scratched at whatever skin he could reach. The two men stumbled at his sudden rebellion. He managed to even get the shorter man across the face with his nails, causing him to hiss, and kicked the taller man in the balls. The man behind him wrapped his arm around Wylan’s throat, and squeezed as he struggled. 

By the time the men throw him overboard, he was already halfway to unconsciousness. His adrenaline was leaking out, the day caught up to him, he was as weak as a kitten. In the moment it takes the water to reach him, cold, and wet and dangerous, he screamed. He screamed he wants to live. 

He wants to work at the tannery. He wants to stay with those coworkers who are slowly becoming his friends. He wants to be able to earn his way. He wants to be his own person. He wants that, badly. 

He wants to go to bed tired but wake up well rested. He wants to eat sickly sweet stroopwaffles while drunk. He wants to go dancing with friends. He wants to feel the grass underneath his feet and the wind on his face and he wants to lie down in the sunshine on a summer's day and soak it in.

His life, in that moment, his breath still catching up, his throat aching, his wrists and ankles tied and rubbed raw, and the cuts across his skin burning, the cold of the ocean biting and the wind howling above, flashes. 

His mother painting him as he tried hard to sit still, the last thunderstorm he’d endured inside his father house, his father applauding once he completed his piano piece, the letters, haunting him in the boarding house, being pushed around by councilman’s sons, being teased and pushed inside the tannery, kissing his tutor and the fire that welled up inside him, kissing others after drinks at the tavern, soaking up the sun as a child, as a new adult, lying in it. Stretching out in the hot weather when others sought shade. 

He dug into the part of him, in his chest, at his heart, that ached and pushed and pulled and he screamed now into the water as it pushed him in on all sides, and the cuts he endured screamed at the salt scratching at it, as blood rushed to where his bruises lay. 

And everything erupts into light. 

___

He’s panicking in the water. Arms splashing, legs kicking without rhyme or rhythm or swimming technique, just a struggle to keep his head above the waves. His chest hurts from breathing hard, his limbs are already aching from keeping him above the water. The ropes around his arms and ankles have fallen off, thank Ghenzen. 

He looks around and finds… the boat. Overturned, half burnt, one side completely blackened, there are pieces of wood scattered around. One knocks his head painfully.

He scrambles beneath the water until he grabs a hold of a smaller few planks, still attached to each other, that may have once been the boat’s bench inside. It's ugly, soaked, and spotted with black, but it floats.

He can't see his kidnappers, but Wylan thinks it's better that way. If he cannot see them, there’s a chance they don’t see him either. With that brash feeling of safety, he lets his mind drift, holding onto the plank and floating, focusing on breathing, on kicking lazily. He loses time as he swims to the dock. 

The city seems more aglow, through the haze in his mind. More candles in windows, and boats once abandoned now manned with soldiers holding lanterns out over the water. People have exited from their taverns and homes, and gather on the dockside, looking out. The customary fog of the Kerch oceans at night has returned, though, and the silhouettes have receded in number over time. Whatever they might have wished to see would have been covered by the night mist anyways. 

Wylan finds a ladder on the dockside and takes longer than he should hauling himself upwards, his arms wrapping around the rungs as his feet threaten to slip and his strength still waivers in his shivering body. He’s soaked, dripping. The quiet of the night means those drops on the pavestones sounded that much louder. Paranoia claws at his mind. Any person on these docks could have been hired by his father. To watch out, to make sure he died. How many other people were watching to see if he emerged from the waters. How many were ready to take him out and hold him under. What was it, about the rule of three? He may not escape if one more person attempts to hurt him. 

Wylan shuffles himself, when he sees no one looking in his direction, into the shadow of an alleyway between warehouses, huddling down behind a few empty crates, resting against the walls. 

Where could he go, then? The boarding house was out, his father knew where that was. He’d love to go to his friends from the tannery, but if his father knew where he stayed and was willing to come after him there, or when he was out with said friends, there’s no real guarantee that his father wouldn’t go after them as well.

His glance ahead was all it took to realise. A warehouse. Of course. Hide himself within storage. Wait out the night, plan, emerge with the morning crowds. If nothing, it would buy him time. 

He grabs the empty crate beside him and, though it takes a few tries, the window breaks with its impact. He pauses, for a few minutes, listening closely for anyone that might have heard and come to check, but nothing happens. Only the wind whistles above him. Wylan manages to shuffle himself inside, with minimal additional cuts. 

He chooses to settle himself in the opposite corner to that of where he found his entrance, wedged between a foul smelling barrel, and a wooden crate with feathers poking out of the cracks, Leaning heavily on the stack of boxes behind him to keep him upright. For a second he feels… steady. 

The feeling falls apart much faster than it came. His body relaxes. He quickly devolves into a quivering, crying, soaking wet mess, the chill of the night returning with a vengeance. 

When his mind finally pulls itself together, only one question stays on his mind. 

What was that light? All around him. Like lightning, without the thunder. Blinding him. But it was not storming tonight. Not even raining, barely even overcast. It had released him from his bonds… possibly… or maybe he just slipped out. He took a look at his clothes. Around the areas he had wounds, strikes with knife or with boot, the tattered remains were spotted with burns, and soaked with water besides. 

There was no one else on the water that night, certainly not any close enough to cause it, that he could see. And the men were unlikely to have blown up their own boat without of way to bring it back to shore. 

His mind stuttered to a halt. Had it come from him. No… cause that would mean. No. It couldn't be. There was no way. 

Wylan wants to laugh. 

But…

What was the harm in trying anyways? 

Wylan tries to focus on some abstract idea of a Grisha power. What could be his Grisha power. Wherever it was it came from. It had to be the heart? Right? If he was going full impossibility, it came from that nebulous thing such as a soul. 

He squeezes his eyes shut and imagines something in his chest, that light, as if it was coming from inside him. He focuses on it then, trying to imagine it coming out of him. He imagined it, and it was so, so vivid, behind his eyes, flowing through the veins in his arms like water on a window, down to his fingertips. 

When he opens his eyes, there it is, settled on his fingertips. 

Light. 

Wylan would never admit to anyone later that he screamed. That he desperately tried to shake his hands, flicking his fingers away from him, to try and get the light off, like one would an annoying fly. He would never admit that it took him multiple minutes to realise it was safe. And that it was real, in the first place. That he’d done it. 

Grisha. Wylan thinks, in the moment, astonished. I’m a grisha. A… A fire grisha. 

He squeezes his eyes shut and imagines pulling that flow of light back into his chest. When he opens his eyes again, it’s gone. 

He tries it again, this time concentrating on a single fingertip, less on his finger but above it, while taking deep breaths. It flickers a bit once he gains the courage to look at it. Bright and almost a pale yellow or orange, like the essence of a flame, concentrated. Pulsing like a heartbeat above his finger. 

With a few more deep breaths he tries to manipulate it, and after a few tries, in stops and starts, the orb becomes larger, and settles itself in the crook of his palm. 

Taking his other hand and settling it stops the light, he feels no heat, no warmth, just brightness. 

When a full body shriver racked his body shortly afterwards, an idea struck him, he focused his mind towards the light. Ideas of warmth. Settling in front of a hearth, or holding his hand above a candle, or being settled under warm blankets on winter nights, and just on that feeling of warmth. Of fire. He could feel it heat up in his hand, though the light did not change. Wylan focuses his mind on making it larger until it is the size of a pillow. He cradles it into his body and sighs at the relief of its warmth against him, the water of his clothes slowly turning to steam against his body. 

It is there, in that warehouse, on the cold and cloudy night, wrapped around a light of his own creation, his clothes no longer soaking, and his body no longer cold, his mind slipped away, and he was soon asleep. 

___

Wylan has always risen with the sun, as his father said. Teasingly, once upon a time, later only passive aggressively, when he seemed to always think Wylan’s footsteps in the early morning were too loud for the house. 

It was no different this morning, despite the fact, by all accounts, he really should be sleeping well into the afternoon given the entire ordeal of the previous night. 

He gets up, almost reluctantly. He manages to find some basic cloth and clothes and swaps his ruined ones out.  He unlocks the door from the inside, glancing through the warehouse windows to make sure no one saw his departure. He closes it behind him. 

The Ketterdam streets were beginning to rouse from slumber. Shops open their doors, putting out signs, yelling hellos to people as the early wakers make their way to work. Wylan sits in wait, in the shadow of a different alley, by the market, listening to the buzz of it all. He feels the wave of people wash over him; their speech a pleasant hum. Wylan wishes he could sink into that instead, but here he was, in the alley, waiting to figure out how he’d ever continue. 

Then he hears the first person say ‘Van Eck’. Wylan straightens but stays silent, watching the young woman, who is gesticulating boldly to her companion, walking past quickly. Then, another. ‘Van Eck’. He doesn’t connect it at first, when he hears the word ‘daughter’, but a few minutes pass and a young newsboy is yelling. A few alleyways down from him, but in the middle of the street. 

“Councilman Van Eck's family welcomes new daughter!”

Oh, Wylan thinks, it all makes sense. 

He takes a step out of the alley and soaks in the comments. 

Some are pleased, joyful. Talking about sending congratulations. Others shoot back with huffs and annoyances over the ordeal and the hype. A girl setting up her stall for the morning market comments to her partner about how adorable the baby looked in the paper’s illustrations. An older woman, helping the girl by laying clothes over the tables, responds with speculation that if they got it to print so quickly, she bets they drew it before the birth even occurred, as no mother could possibly look that good after giving birth. 

Oh, Wylan thinks, That was why his father had moved so quickly to kill him.

Without even thinking, Wylan walks over to the newsboy, still yelling at passersby. Wylan glances at the paper and it looks… fake. It’s his father in the image, for sure, and Alys, and the baby looks like a baby but… it's happy. They’re happy. A full happy family and his father is smiling in a way he can’t ever remember seeing at Alys and the baby in her arms. Alys grin is tempered. More demure than usual. They look like something from an inn painting. Little substance, plain decoration. Pretty enough to be shown but not enough to be bought. 

He’s broken out of his reveries by a sharp “Oi.” He turns to face the newsboy. “Either buy it, or leave.” 

Wylan leaves. 

He walks down the street, against and with the gathering torrents of people. He catches others talking. There’s rumours. About him. That he’d gotten a girl pregnant and been forced to raise a child with her in the countryside. That he’d run away with his music tutor. That he’d actually died and his father was so struck with grief he wouldn't speak of it. He cringes away from it all.

There are also people talking about him in a different way. The light off of the harbour, in the dark of night. Rumours of Tides roaming the streets questioning people about it. Some,he hears, laugh it off, calling it a joke the viewers must be playing. A prank. Others call it truth, a conspiracy by the Ravkan grisha to start waging war with the Kerch. A sun summoning grisha, some say. An inferni, others recall. A bomb, or a large firework, the elders would say, while the children say they heard it was the sun, who forgot when it was supposed to rise. 

Wylan steadies himself against a jewellery maker's stall as the chatter starts to make him nauseous. 

“Something for a special someone?” The seller queries. When Wylan meets his eyes, the man quirks an eyebrow. “Should I wish to see the other guy?” The seller taps a long fingernail against his eye. 

Wylan mirrors the man, a hand up to his own face, and catches on the tender skin of a bruise. He shrinks into himself, hurries away from the booth. He brushes his fringe over to one side, to hide the bruise as much as he can. He rolls down his sleeves and pulls up his cloak while he’s at it, as surely there’s more wounds close to their edges. Wylan would rather not deal with the questions. 

He catches sight of Klaris. A friend, from the tannery. Wylan is struck with the urge to go and greet him. To plead and beg for help. But he quickly decides against it, opting to hide in the swaths of people while he moves his cart along the street. 

He couldn’t go to Klaris, could he. If his father had known where he lived, he must’ve known where he worked, and someone’s must’ve told him. How else would he have figured out where Wylan was staying? But who would’ve sold him out? His boardmates? His coworkers? For a moment Wylan thinks any. That they all could’ve. Any sensible Kerch person would give up secrets to a councilman in an instant. Especially if there’s coin to be made. He’s best to avoid them all, both for their safety and for his. 

But where should he go, if nowhere in Ketterdam was truly safe for him at this point? Without his job, without his room, where would he go? Where would he stay? 

Well, Wylan realised, if he couldn’t stay in Ketterdam, why not leave it? What did he truly have left for him that he could return to?

___

Wylan made his way to the docks promptly, eyes scanning for appropriate vessels. He needed a ship that took passengers, as he doubted he’d last as a stowaway, and preferably stay away from the ships controlled by his father, or his allies, which was easier said than done. 

On the docks, movement was constant. Loading and unloading ships, joking and smoking while dangling legs over the side. Wylan walks along, passing all those that held the Van Eck logo, or those of the councilmen even loosely aligned with him. 

In the middle of his wandering, too distracted by the various ships he notices, he bangs into a large, muscular man, who’s barked orders stop abruptly. The man spins on him quickly, hand reaching towards the swords on his back, but freezes just as quick. His hand instead goes to Wylan’s shoulder, giving just enough pressure to keep him there. Wylan’s pulse begins to race. The man yells out at the others, presumably of his crew, taking crates on and off, to continue, before meeting Wylan’s eyes. 

Wylan looks away as soon as he can, instead eyeing the ship the man commands the crew of. Sleek. Plenty wide but especially long, like a bird’s beak. Three large masts adorn the deck, and there is a name, written on the side, Wylan cannot decipher. It’s not a storage vessel. Maybe… just maybe. 

He tries to remember his Shu,clawing at his brain for the words he needs.  “Do you-” Wylan turns back but the man’s golden eyes are piercing, and the words catch in his throat. He coughs to disguise his panic. “Do you give passage for work?” 

The man lifts an eyebrow and gives Wylan a slow onceover. Wylan can’t stop his own squirming shuffle in response. 

“We’re heading to Novyi Zem. Are you looking for a passage there?” 

Wylan thinks for a moment. He could work there, surely. Find a tannery job like the one he had here, restart his life, far away from the rest of kerch. Wylan nods. “Yes.”

The shu man tilts his head. “Are you grisha?”

“No.”

Wylan realises he might’ve said that a bit too quickly as the man’s eyes narrow.

A loud noise goes off behind him and Wylan jumps, spinning quickly to face it. One of the men had dropped a crate on their toe, he guessed, given how they were now, almost comically, agonising over it. The others helping him had stopped to laugh, and pick it up between them, continuing on.

When he turns back he sees the man staring at his bruised eye. Wylan fidgets and pushes his hair back into place overtop of it. 

“Stay.” The man says. Wylan takes the order truly, as if his feet were glued to the ground, as he watches the man disappear onto the ships deck and towards a door. He enters and, after a few minutes, exits with a red-headed man, who places one hand leisurely on the ship's railing and lifts an eyebrow at Wylan, who quickly averts his eyes. He can see them moving, in his periphery. The shu man is once again in front of him and nods his head in the direction of the boat. The man walks away and then turns, signalling with a waving hand at Wylan. Wylan almost stumbles over his feet in the effort to catch up.

The shu man leads him in the direction of the red-haired man. He gives Wylan another once over.

“So, I heard you’re seeking passage for Novyi Zem?” 

Wylan responds with a nod, “Yes, sir.” He stops himself from cringing at the address.

“And what might your name be, then?”

Wylan barely hesitates. “Hendricks.” He stops himself from cringing at that too. He’d already used his mothers name, with the boys in the tannery, and at the boarding house, but his father wouldn't exactly be looking for him across the ocean, would he?

The man in front of him snorts and holds out his hand with a cavalier smile. 

“It’s a pleasure to have you on board, Hendricks. You may call me Sturmhond.” 

Wylan shakes his hand. 

Maybe, just maybe, things are looking up.  

___

Earlier that morning… 

The sun crawls lazily over the horizon. There were no birds in the day’s dawn chorus, but rather the ambient noises of squeaking hinges as doors open, and the scrape of metal as stores undid their locks and began to arrange their storefronts. The sound of shoes clicking across the pavement built up in the early morning hours like a band’s percussion. 

Oscar went about his own morning duties. 

The tannery where he works was located at the edge of the smaller docks, on the outer edge of both the town and the dock, near the sea, where the wind would often take away the scents of chemicals and Sarah, the resident squaller, could manoeuvre it make it so even when there was no breeze. He unlocks the chain around the large barn doors and opens them with a loud creak. 

Workers trickle in over the next hour, going about their own daily rituals, and starting their tasks. Klaris was one of the last to come along, with a wagon of hides freshly washed and ready to be tanned, knocking shoulders with Oscar as he walked past, and winking at Sarah when she caught his eye. 

A round of greetings echoes around the warehouse. Klaris eyes the room, then pauses. 

“Hey, Oscar, where did Wylan get to?” Klaris scratches at his beard. 

Oscar, too, then glances around. “Well��� I don’t know actually.”

“Did he not show up?” 

“Nah, but you know the boys are pretty shit at letting me know when they’re out sick.” 

Klaris screws up his face. “He’s been here for a good half a year, surely he hasn’t gotten cold feet this late in the game.”

Wylan wasn’t the youngest of the tannery’s crew - that went to Thomas, apprenticing under his father - but Klaris hadn’t seen Wylan ever miss a day and, screw it, he liked the kid, for all his nerves and his seeming obliviousness, he’d been nice to talk to over a drink, endlessly curious. 

Terry elbows Klaris on his way past, shouting over his shoulder: “Maybe he’s responsible for the light show last night!”

“The light show?”

“Yeah, did you not see it? About midnight, night turned to day for a solid hour.” 

“Pfft, yeah, sure, that happened for 5 minutes max.” Hallison corrects.

Oscar scratched his chin. “Well, I did go to bed early, but even then, that sounds like you were pretty into your cups there last night, huh?”

“No, no! It actually happened.” Sarah calls. “Ozzie down at The Dragon thinks it’s a sun summoning Grisha. Apparently some Ravkan tourists got pretty excited. Personally, I think someone accidentally made a powerful firework or summoned lightning or… something, and just set it off over the water.”

“That’s all good and fair but where is Wylan?” Klaris prompts.

“I’m telling you, maybe he was responsible for the day to night fiasco yesterday.” Terry says, tying his apron and putting on his gloves. There was a rumble of laughter around the room.

“That waif of a boy? A stiff breeze probably just knocked him over the side of the docks!” Hallison was then, quite suddenly, hit in the back of the head with Terry’s empty glove. An admonishment of ‘don’t be mean’ grumbled in his direction swiftly followed. 

Oscar rubs his face as a scuffle between them begins to ensue. “Look, something must’ve come up for him to miss a day so let’s just leave him to it, yeah? If he really is gone, we’ll find out tomorrow, and deal with it then,” he raises his voice to the gathering crowd. “Get that?”

A chorus of scattered ‘yeses’ and ‘got that’ sounds from throughout the room. 

Klaris soon unloads the awaiting skins and heads off into the morning rush of Ketterdam, sending a small prayer to Ghenzen. It may have been a bit presumptuous, already praying for a person who may not be missing’s return, but he often thinks it better safe than sorry, anyways. 

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10 Must-See Destinations in Morocco That Will Leave You Spellbound

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Morocco is a North African country that is rich in history, culture, and natural beauty. From the bustling city of Marrakech to the peaceful town of Chefchaouen, Morocco has a lot to offer to travelers who are seeking unique experiences.

Marrakech

Marrakech is a vibrant city that is known for its bustling markets, traditional architecture, and historic landmarks. One of the must-see landmarks in Marrakech is the Jemaa el-Fnaa square, which is home to snake charmers, street performers, and delicious street food. Other must-see landmarks include the Koutoubia Mosque, Bahia Palace, and the Saadian Tombs.

Casablanca

Casablanca is the economic capital of Morocco and home to the largest mosque in Africa, the Hassan II Mosque. The mosque is a stunning structure that showcases intricate Moroccan architecture and offers a breathtaking ocean view. Other notable landmarks in Casablanca include the Rick's Cafe and the Royal Palace of Casablanca.

Fes

Fes is a city that is steeped in history and culture. The city is home to the oldest university in the world, the University of Al Quaraouiyine, which dates back to the 9th century. Fes is also famous for its traditional tanneries, which have been producing leather goods for centuries. Other must-see landmarks include the Bou Inania Madrasa, the Dar Batha Museum, and the Royal Palace of Fes.

Chefchaouen

Chefchaouen is a small town that is located in the Rif Mountains. The town is known for its blue-painted buildings and peaceful atmosphere. Chefchaouen is a great place to relax and enjoy the scenic views of the surrounding mountains. Other notable landmarks include the Kasbah Museum and the Ras Elma River.

Essaouira

Essaouira is a coastal city that is known for its relaxed atmosphere and beautiful beaches. The city is also famous for its historic fortifications and traditional fishing port. Other must-see landmarks include the Skala de la Ville, the Essaouira Citadel, and the Sidi Mohammed Ben Abdallah Museum.

Rabat

Rabat is the capital city of Morocco and home to the Mausoleum of Mohammed V, which is a stunning example of Moroccan architecture. The city is also home to the Hassan Tower, which is an incomplete mosque that dates back to the 12th century. Other notable landmarks include the Royal Palace of Rabat and the Chellah Necropolis.

Atlas Mountains

The Atlas Mountains are a stunning range that spans across Morocco, Algeria, and Tunisia. The mountains are home to traditional Berber villages and breathtaking landscapes. A trek through the Atlas Mountains is a must-do activity for any adventurous traveler.

Sahara Desert

The Sahara Desert is the largest hot desert in the world and covers most of North Africa. The desert is a magical place with towering sand dunes and clear night skies. A camel trek through the desert is an experience that you will never forget.

Ouarzazate

Ouarzazate is a city that is located in the middle of the desert and is known as the gateway to the Sahara. The city is home to the Kasbah of Taourirt, which is a stunning example of Moroccan architecture. Ouarzazate is also a popular filming location for Hollywood movies and TV shows.

Agadir

Agadir is a coastal city that is known for its beautiful beaches and relaxed atmosphere. The city is a popular tourist destination and offers a range of activities, including surfing, golfing, and hiking in the nearby hills.

In conclusion, Morocco is a country that is full of unique experiences for travelers. From the vibrant city of Marrakech to the peaceful town of Chefchaouen, and from the stunning Atlas Mountains to the magical Sahara Desert, there is something for everyone in Morocco. The country is rich in history, culture, and natural beauty, and a visit to any of these ten must-see destinations is sure to leave you spellbound. Whether you are seeking adventure, relaxation, or simply a chance to explore a new culture, Morocco is a destination that should be on your travel bucket list.

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Best Leather Products Manufacturer

The leather market has been synonymous with elegance and luxury for a long time. Luxury suppliers have become more sought after as the demand for premium leather products has grown. You will see luxury Leather Products in fashion magazines from specific suppliers. If you're looking for a specific leather product, you can find it in the United Kingdom. However, leather imported from India is also available. Indian Leather Manufacturer also produces leather jackets, cushions, interiors, leather bags, and other leather products, and exports them from India to the UK.

1. What are the advantages of purchasing from the UK?

There are several benefits to moving from the United States as a leather product maker to England. The cost of living is lower in England than it is in the United States. This means you can afford to purchase more leather goods. You will also be able to find a wider range of products in England. You will also find a wide range of styles and colors for leather goods.

2. What are the various types of leather products made in the UK There are many different types of leather products that are made in the UK. Clothing, shoes, bags, and other leather products are some of the most sought-after. Belts, saddles, and car seats are other types of leather products that can be made in the UK. These products are typically made from leather that has been tanned in England.

3. Why is the UK a top producer of luxury leather goods? Why import UK Leather Products from India?

Because the UK has the largest and most productive tannery, the UK is a major producer of luxury leather products. The UK is also home to the second-largest leather products manufacturer. The UK is the largest producer of leather and hides in the world. There are a lot of pigs, sheep, cattle, and other animals in the UK. The UK has a long history of producing leather goods that date back to the Romans. It also has a rich tradition of producing leather goods, which is why it is such an important producer. The UK has a long tradition of leather production. However, the UK now imports Leather Products from India. The UK is able to import high-quality leather from India ( Indian Leather Manufacturer) which is very affordable. Indian Leather Manufacturer, Company is now one of the top producers or manufacturers in the world of leather accessories and apparel for children, men, and women.

Leather Sling Bag manufactured by Indian Leather Manufacturer.

Leather Sling Bag at Indian Leather Manufacturer.

Leather products are becoming more popular every day. This is due to the fact that they are durable, stylish, and have a longer life span than most other materials. People buy leather products because they can be used for a variety of purposes such as furniture, shoes, purses, jackets, and more. There are also many different types of leather that can be purchased. The most common type is cowhide, but there are also sheepskin, alligator, lizard, and ostrich leathers. Indian Leather manufacturer is a Leading Leather Manufacturer Globally. They Deal in Luxurious Leather Products Like Leather Jackets, Bags, Belts, and Accessories. Any leather product made by Indian Leather Manufacturer is remarkable. Through Indian Leather Manufacturers, any Customization of leather Goods or accessories is just amazing.

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Yukichi WATABE (Japanese documentary photographer, 1924-1993) 

Stakeout Diary This publication presents the photographicrecords of theinvestigation into the murder of a man near Lake Sembako on the 14th of January 1958. Within these images lie more than just a documentation of the criminal investigation itself, here present within Watanabe’s photographs is a depiction of aTokyo rarely seen, a city and people changed by the result of War, a portrayal of Japan in the 1950s, visibly marked by the early beginnings of the transformationbetween tradition and westernization.

The resulting photographs markthe first time in which a photographer was allowed to accompany a police investigation, and over a period of 20 days, Watabewas able to capturemore than 1000 photos. Here the images document and follow the investigators as they question witnesses, visiting tanneries and local establishments,taking the viewer through the changing streets of Tokyo in search of the perpetrator.

A criminal investigation, Japan, 1958

Photographer Yukichi Watabe documented the investigation of a grisly murder that had occurred in Mito (Ibaraki Prefecture) in January 1958. Watabe closely followed two police detectives, one from the Metropolitan Police Department and the other local. Their investigation involved stakeouts around downtown areas of Tokyo, going undercover at a train station, canvassing different neighbourhoods looking for clues, and visiting the tannery where the victim had once worked.

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Morocco: 🌇🌟 A Blend of Culture, Beauty, and Adventure

Morocco: 🌴🕌 A Journey Through Culture and Beauty

Morocco in December is a captivating blend of vibrant culture, breathtaking landscapes, and historical wonders.

🏙️ Marrakech’s Timeless Souks: Explore the bustling markets of Jemaa el-Fnaa, where you’ll find everything from aromatic spices to handmade crafts. Don’t miss the stunning Majorelle Garden 🌺.

🏜️ The Sahara Desert: Embark on an unforgettable adventure with a camel ride 🐪 across the golden dunes of Merzouga and spend a night in a desert camp under a blanket of stars.

🌊 Chefchaouen’s Blue Streets: Discover the charm of the Blue Pearl of Morocco, with its picturesque alleyways and scenic mountain views.

🏰 Fez’s Rich Heritage: Wander through the historic Medina of Fez, home to the world’s oldest university, Al Quaraouiyine 🕌.

🌍 Plan your Moroccan escape now and experience the magic 🐪✨ #VisitMorocco #MoroccoTravel #SaharaAdventure #ExploreMarrakech

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Plan Your Dream Getaway with Our Best Morocco Tours & Holidays Deals

Imagine stepping into a world where ancient history meets vibrant culture, where golden deserts stretch endlessly under a cobalt blue sky, and where bustling markets offer treasures beyond compare. Morocco is a land of contrasts and wonders, and we’re here to help you experience its magic with our exclusive tour and holiday packages designed just for you. Whether you seek adventure, relaxation, or cultural immersion, our Morocco tours offer something extraordinary for every traveler.

Why Choose Morocco for Your Next Vacation?

Morocco is a destination that speaks to the soul. Its breathtaking landscapes range from the majestic Atlas Mountains to the windswept beaches of the Atlantic coast. Explore iconic cities like Marrakech, Fes, and Casablanca, where the rich blend of history and modernity creates an unparalleled travel experience. For those seeking serenity, the Sahara Desert offers tranquil nights under a star-studded sky. And for the food lovers, Moroccan cuisine is a feast for the senses, featuring aromatic spices, fresh ingredients, and dishes like tagine and couscous that will leave you wanting more.

But what makes Morocco truly unique is its people—warm, hospitable, and ready to share their culture and stories. Traveling here is not just a vacation; it’s an unforgettable journey into a world that feels like stepping back in time.

What Makes Our Tours Exceptional?

We understand that every traveler is unique, and that’s why our packages are designed to cater to a wide range of interests and preferences. Our Best Morocco tours & holidays offer flexible itineraries that allow you to explore at your own pace while ensuring you don’t miss out on the country’s must-see destinations.

Here are just a few reasons why our tours stand out:

Customized Experiences: Whether you’re traveling solo, with family, or in a group, we tailor our tours to meet your specific needs. From city tours to desert excursions, we’ve got you covered.

Expert Guides: Our knowledgeable local guides provide insights into Morocco’s history, culture, and traditions, making your journey both educational and enjoyable.

Luxury and Comfort: Enjoy premium accommodations and comfortable transportation options, ensuring your trip is as relaxing as it is adventurous.

Affordable Packages: With our competitive pricing and exclusive deals, you can experience the best of Morocco without breaking the bank.

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Top Highlights of Our Morocco Tours

Marrakech: Known as the "Red City," Marrakech is a bustling hub of activity, where you can wander through the vibrant souks, visit the iconic Koutoubia Mosque, and experience the lively atmosphere of Jemaa el-Fnaa square.

Fes: Step back in time as you explore Fes’ medieval medina, a UNESCO World Heritage site filled with narrow alleyways, ancient tanneries, and stunning architecture.

Sahara Desert: No trip to Morocco is complete without a visit to the Sahara. Ride a camel over golden dunes, watch the sunset paint the desert in hues of orange and red, and spend a night in a luxury desert camp under the stars.

Casablanca: As Morocco’s largest city, Casablanca is a blend of old and new. Visit the Hassan II Mosque, one of the largest mosques in the world, and enjoy the city’s cosmopolitan vibe.

Chefchaouen: Known as the "Blue Pearl" of Morocco, this charming town is famous for its blue-painted buildings and relaxed atmosphere. It’s a photographer’s dream come true.

Essaouira: A coastal gem, Essaouira offers a laid-back vibe with its sandy beaches, historic medina, and vibrant arts scene.

Plan Your Morocco Adventure Today

Booking with us means embarking on a journey filled with wonder and excitement. Our team of travel experts is here to help you plan every detail of your trip, from choosing the right itinerary to answering any questions you may have.

Don’t just take our word for it—our satisfied customers have shared countless stories of life-changing experiences and unforgettable memories. With our Best Morocco tours & holidays, you’re not just booking a vacation; you’re investing in an adventure that will stay with you forever.

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Now is the perfect time to explore the wonders of Morocco. With our exclusive deals and expertly crafted tour packages, your dream getaway is just a click away. Contact us today to learn more about our offerings and to start planning your perfect Moroccan escape.

Adventure, culture, and relaxation await you in this extraordinary land. Let us make your travel dreams come true. Your Moroccan adventure begins here!

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Best Leather Goods Manufacturer in UK | Panoramic Sourcing

Best Leather Goods Manufacturer in the UK

The leather goods industry in the UK is synonymous with premium craftsmanship, timeless designs, and unparalleled quality. From handbags and wallets to belts and bespoke accessories, the UK's leather manufacturers are renowned for their attention to detail and dedication to sustainability. This blog explores the qualities that make the UK’s leather goods manufacturers the best in the business and why they continue to be a top choice for global buyers.

A Legacy of Craftsmanship

The UK has a rich history of leather craftsmanship dating back centuries. Many manufacturers continue to use traditional methods passed down through generations, ensuring every piece is a work of art. Combined with modern innovations, these methods create products that balance durability with style. Whether it’s a finely stitched leather bag or a hand-polished wallet, the meticulous craftsmanship sets UK leather goods apart.

Sustainable Leather Practices

One of the defining features of the best leather manufacturers in the UK is their commitment to sustainability. Many businesses source their leather from ethical suppliers who prioritize environmentally friendly tanning processes. By choosing sustainable leather, these manufacturers reduce their carbon footprint and ensure that their products meet the growing demand for eco-conscious goods.

Diverse Range of Leather Products

UK manufacturers offer a wide variety of leather goods to cater to different markets. Popular items include:

Luxury Handbags: Made from premium full-grain leather, these bags exude sophistication.

Wallets and Cardholders: Compact, stylish, and functional for everyday use.

Leather Belts: Known for their durability and classic appeal.

Footwear: From brogues to boots, UK leather shoes are globally admired.

Bespoke Accessories: Custom leather items tailored to individual preferences.

These products are crafted with precision, ensuring they meet the high expectations of customers in the UK and abroad.

Why Choose UK Leather Manufacturers?

Uncompromising Quality: The UK is home to some of the finest tanneries and artisans, ensuring every product is made to perfection.

Attention to Detail: From stitching to finishing, every step is carefully executed.

Custom Design Options: Many manufacturers offer bespoke services, allowing clients to customize products to their exact specifications.

Global Recognition: UK-made leather goods are celebrated worldwide for their elegance and durability.

Collaborating with International Buyers

UK leather manufacturers cater to global clients, including wholesalers, retailers, and luxury brands. Their ability to combine traditional techniques with modern designs makes them an ideal partner for businesses looking to source premium leather goods. With a strong focus on quality control and timely delivery, they ensure a seamless experience for international buyers.

Conclusion

The best leather goods manufacturers in the UK have built a reputation for excellence through their dedication to craftsmanship, sustainability, and innovation. Whether you're looking for luxury handbags, bespoke accessories, or everyday leather essentials, the UK offers an array of options that cater to diverse tastes and preferences.

If you're a business looking to source high-quality leather goods in bulk, At Panoramic Sourcing, we bridge U.K. businesses with India’s top leather goods manufacturers. We prioritize quality, authenticity, and reliable delivery, ensuring every item meets our clients’ exact specifications. Our services extend from factory evaluations and quality inspections to ethical sourcing and complete customization support. Here’s how we can add value to your sourcing experience:

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The Art of Crafting Leather: From Raw Material to Stylish Jackets

Leather has been a prized material for centuries, valued for its durability, luxurious feel, and timeless appeal. In this blog post, we'll take an in-depth look at the process of making leather and explore the steps involved in crafting leather jackets.

The Leather-Making Process Step 1: Sourcing Raw Materials The journey of leather begins with the selection of quality raw materials, typically from animal hides such as cow, sheep, goat, or buffalo. These hides are sourced from reputable suppliers and tanneries.

Cow Leather

Sheep Leather 

Goat Leather

Buffalo Leather

Step 2: Tanning Tanning is the process of treating raw hides to transform them into durable, flexible leather. This can be achieved through various methods, including vegetable tanning, chrome tanning, or synthetic tanning. Each method has unique effects on the leather's characteristics.

Step 3: Preparing the Leather

Once tanned, the leather is subjected to processes such as splitting, shaving, and re-tanning to achieve the desired thickness, texture, and color. This stage is crucial for ensuring the leather meets quality standards.

Step 4: Dyeing and Finishing Dyeing the leather involves adding color to the material to achieve specific shades. Following dyeing, finishing processes like buffing, polishing, and coating are carried out to enhance the leather's appearance and durability. Crafting Leather Jackets

Step 1: Design and Pattern Making Designers conceptualize the style and silhouette of the leather jacket, creating patterns that will serve as blueprints for cutting the leather.

Step 2: Cutting the Leather Skilled artisans carefully cut the prepared leather according to the designed patterns, ensuring precision and minimizing waste.

Step 3: Stitching and Assembly The cut pieces are meticulously stitched together by experienced craftsmen using specialized leather sewing machines. Attention to detail is crucial to create durable and aesthetically pleasing seams.

Step 4: Finishing Touches Once assembled, the jacket undergoes various finishing processes such as pressing, edge coating, and adding hardware (zippers, buttons, etc.) to complete the overall look and functionality.Starting the Leather Jacket Process

Step 1: Market Research and Design Concept

Before starting a leather jacket business, conduct thorough market research to understand trends, consumer preferences, and potential competition. Develop a unique design concept that sets your jackets apart.

Step 2: Sourcing Quality Leather and Hardware Establish relationships with reputable leather suppliers and hardware manufacturers to ensure access to high-quality materials for your jackets.

Step 3: Production and Quality Control Whether producing in-house or outsourcing, maintain strict quality control standards throughout the production process to ensure every jacket meets your brand's standards.

Step 4: Branding and Marketing Develop a compelling brand identity, including logo, packaging, and messaging. Utilize digital marketing, social media, and e-commerce platforms to showcase your leather jackets to a wider audience.

Crafting leather and creating leather jackets is a labor of love that combines traditional craftsmanship with modern design sensibilities. By understanding the intricacies of the leather-making process and following a strategic approach to starting a leather jacket business, you can embark on a journey to offer timeless, stylish, and high-quality leather jackets to fashion enthusiasts.

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Medina of Fez

Today, let's journey through one of the world's oldest and most enchanting cities, the Medina of Fez. A UNESCO World Heritage site since 1981, this labyrinthine city is often described as the cultural and spiritual heart of Morocco. With its rich history, vibrant souks, and stunning architecture, Fez el-Bali (Old Fez) is a must-see destination for anyone looking to dive deep into the essence of Morocco. Let’s explore the magic that awaits within its ancient walls!

The Medina of Fez was inscribed as a UNESCO World Heritage site due to its outstanding universal value as an urban ensemble that has preserved its original fabric and functions. The recognition helps protect its historical architecture and unique way of life, ensuring that future generations can continue to experience its timeless charm. It stands as a testament to the city's enduring legacy as a center of learning, trade, and culture.

Fez was founded in the 8th century by Idris I, making it one of the oldest cities in Morocco. It rapidly became a center for religion, culture, and learning, playing a pivotal role in shaping Moroccan identity. By the 12th century, Fez was flourishing as a hub of trade and scholarship, attracting scholars, artisans, and merchants from all over the Islamic world. Walking through the medina feels like stepping into a living history book, where centuries-old traditions continue to thrive.

The Medina of Fez is often called the world’s largest car-free urban area. With over 9,000 narrow streets and alleys, it's a true maze where getting lost is part of the experience. The medina’s winding paths are lined with towering walls, intricately designed doorways, and bustling shops. Each turn presents a new discovery—whether it’s a hidden courtyard, a centuries-old fountain, or a lively market selling spices, leather goods, and handcrafted jewelry.

One of the most remarkable landmarks in Fez is the University of Al-Qarawiyyin, founded in 859 AD. Recognized by UNESCO and the Guinness World Records as the world’s oldest continually operating university, Al-Qarawiyyin has been a beacon of learning for over a millennium. Though the university is still functional, non-Muslim visitors can only peek into the stunning courtyard. Even from a distance, the intricate tilework and grand arches offer a glimpse into its architectural splendor.

The souks, or markets, of Fez are legendary. Each section of the medina specializes in different crafts, reflecting the city’s rich artisanal heritage. The Souk el-Henna is known for traditional cosmetics and henna, while the Souk Attarine dazzles visitors with its array of spices, dried fruits, and fragrant perfumes. The scent of fresh mint, the vibrant colors of dyed wool, and the sound of artisans hammering copper are sensory overloads that make wandering through the souks an unforgettable experience.

One of the most iconic sights in the medina is the Chouara Tannery, a place where leather is processed using methods that have remained unchanged for centuries. From nearby terraces, you can witness the colorful spectacle of large stone vats filled with natural dyes—vibrant reds, yellows, and blues—where workers treat the hides. The tannery’s pungent smell is a small price to pay for witnessing this age-old craft. It’s here that some of the world’s finest leather products are made, from belts and bags to traditional Moroccan slippers, or babouches.

Fez is a showcase of exquisite Moorish architecture. The medina is filled with grand madrasas (Islamic schools), such as the stunning Bou Inania Madrasa, with its green-tiled minaret and intricate stucco work. The Zaouia of Moulay Idriss II, a shrine dedicated to the city's founder, is another spiritual and architectural gem. The beautiful Nejjarine Fountain, adorned with elaborate tile mosaics, is a popular spot for both locals and visitors, exemplifying the exquisite artistry that permeates the city.

Beyond the historic medina, Fez has expanded into a bustling modern city, with areas like Fez el-Jdid (New Fez) and the Ville Nouvelle showcasing a different side of Moroccan life. The contrast between the ancient walls of the medina and the more contemporary parts of the city highlights Fez’s dynamic evolution over centuries. While the medina preserves the past, the rest of Fez embraces the future, making it a fascinating place to explore in its entirety.🕌💫

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Fez, Morocco 🇲🇦

Renowned for its traditional craftsmanship, particularly the famous "Chouara Tannery", where leather has been dyed by hand using ancient techniques for centuries, Fez was founded in the late 8th century by Idris I, a descendant of Prophet Muhammad (peace be upon him), and later expanded by his son, Idris II. The city grew to prominence in the medieval period, becoming a center of learning, trade and culture in the Islamic world.

Al-Qarawiyyin University in Fez is the world's first university. Founded in 859 CE by Fatima al-Fihri, it started as a madrasa (Islamic school) then gradually evolved into a university or a center for higher learning, offering studies in various subjects like mathematics, astronomy, law and medicine.

The Fez el-Bali (Old Madina), a UNESCO World Heritage Site, is a labyrinth of narrow alleys, bustling souks and historic madrasas(Islamic Schools). The Bou Inania Madrasa and the Al-Attarine Madrasa are architectural gems, showcasing intricate tilework, cedarwood carvings and stunning courtyards. The city’s atmosphere, steeped in history, combines spiritual devotion with vibrant Moroccan culture, making it a living testament to North Africa's rich medieval past.