I left Tangier a couple weeks ago, and it's still bouncing around my brain. The space felt non-euclidian. Space folded in on itself while too-tall stairways seemed to defy physics. Paul Bowles (obviously) described that place so well:

“If I say that Tangier hit me as a dream city, you have to take the expression in its literal sense. Its topography was rich with typically dreamlike scenes: covered streets like corridors with, on each side, doors opening onto rooms, hidden terraces overlooking the sea, streets that were only stairs, dark dead ends, small squares arranged in steep places, so that one would have said the sets of a ballet drawn in defiance of the laws of perspective, with alleys leaving in all directions. There were also tunnels, ramparts, ruins, dungeons and cliffs, all classic places of the dream world.”

Rabat, meanwhile, has been wonderful. It's much more relaxed than Tangier. Less touristy, which makes it perfect as a slomad base for week-ish long trips. Great co-working spaces, and the patisserie continues to blow our minds.

Killer picture. i didn't make it to tangier and am happy to hear how much you enjoyed it! Chefchaouen was sort of my magic city in Morocco.

You've given me a reason to go back and I also didn't know Bowles, thanks.