In a workshop deep in the Fez medina, a maâlem places the chisel in your hand and lets you into a geometry perfected over a thousand years. Chip by chip, you learn to cut the glazed stars and interlacing that clad Morocco’s palaces.

This is not a demonstration behind glass but a rare, private transmission—an intimate apprenticeship to a vanishing art, granted by a master himself.

You watch the raw tile become a shard of colour under the menqach, then try the cut yourself, guided by hands that have done it for decades. You leave with a panel of your own making and a rare understanding of a craft that adorns the great riads and palaces—kept alive by a shrinking few.