A trip to Tangier is a feast for your senses – the smells of Cayenne (felfla), cinnamon (karfa), turmeric (quekoum) and our favorite cumin (kamoon). The taste of Mint Tea. The sounds of the call to prayer broadcast from every Mosque and the visual stimulation of so many colors framed by the African sunlight.

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I understand why Matisse loved Morocco – where even chipped paint looks like a piece of art.

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Maybe some of the activities one was reputed to experience in Tangier have subsided – you don’t need to travel to Tangier to “rock the Kasbah” when you can buy hashish around the corner on the way to the gym in the morning (well, at least in Seattle).  But to look out of your window across the city and hear the sounds and smell the smells, that is something you can experience only in this great city.

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Here are some glimpses of Tangier. What you won’t see are photos of many people – they request you not to photograph them and I wanted to be respectful.   The few images of people I caught were as they walked through my viewfinder.   Even if I could of photographed people, you wouldn’t of seen many women. The absence of women was notable – men everywhere, lounging on the street corners, managing the shops, going into Mosque – but almost no women.

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The most unusual experience – when we walked into a restaurant for dinner and they searched my purse and wanded us for weapons.

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The touristiest thing we did – riding camels. So dorky but so fun.

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What we enjoyed the most – wandering the streets that are so narrow you can run your hands down both sides of the street while you walk along.

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It’s a big world, get out there and explore it.

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One thought on “Visions of Tangier, Morocco

  1. Thanks for sharing your pictures. I lived in Morocco for 2 years starting when I was four. Few complete memories, but some are pretty clear. I’d love to go back there some day.

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