The urban maze of Tangier
I’m back in Morocco, a decade later. But this time I’ve arrived in the gritty city of Tangier.
The old Medina is full of fascinating gates and narrow alleys, where I blend in like Moby Dick at a Nine Inch Nails concert. Under the watchful gaze of old men occupying the streets, I keep on walking along winding streets.
I’m busy following in the footsteps of Jason Bourne (Bourne Ultimatum), Dom Cobb (Inception) and James Bond (both Spectre and Living Daylights had scenes in the city), not to mention real life individuals such as William S. Burroughs who wrote Naked Lunch in the Hotel el-Muniria during the 1950s.
I remember the words of Mark Twain, from his visit to Tangier in 1867:
“Tangier is a foreign land if ever there was one, and the true spirit of it can never be found in any book save The Arabian Nights. Here is a packed and jammed city enclosed in a massive stone wall which is more than a thousand years old. All the houses nearly are one-and two-story, made of thick walls of stone, plastered outside, square as a dry-goods box, flat as a floor on top, no cornices, whitewashed all over — a crowded city of snowy tombs!”
A lot of things can change in 150 years, but there are still exciting sights waiting around every corner and my bucket list is long, but the Medina has a mindset of its own regarding time and space.