The Funduq I have been measuring and studying for the past few weeks has come to symbolize much of how I see Fez as a city: in constant flux. Each time I visit, there is a flurry of activity within the 60 or so artisan workshops. Leather slippers, intricately embroidered belts, guys drinking mint tea, a donkey waiting in the courtyard to deliver supplies; these are just a few things I find.
On a larger scale, the funduq has fluctuated from caravanserai hotel to artisan workshop, as the needs of the city have changed. I have just begun to research the history of funduqs in Fez, and so far have not found much written about them. I cannot imagine a program or building function more apt for my research in general (Architecture and Artisans in Fez) than the funduq, the place in which many artisans work.