At 19:52 last evening, the cannons on the hills above either side of the Fez medina fired three times, signaling the end to Ramadan. I raced up the stairs to the rooftop terrace, but couldn’t see the moon. Clearly, someone else–an imam–had.
I did hear cheers from the little square around the corner from the house, though, followed by a couple of thumps on a drum.
Eid Mubarak!
