Perched where the Mediterranean meets the Atlantic, Tangier has been a crossroads for three thousand years. Phoenicians, Romans, Portuguese, Spanish, French — everyone left a mark, and the city carries them all with a kind of weary elegance.
The old kasbah looks across the strait to Spain. Café Hafa has served mint tea to Paul Bowles, the Rolling Stones, and you — same ocean view, same glass of tea. Modern Tangier is cleaner and calmer than it was; the bohemian edge is still there if you look.