A walk along the Atlantic side of Tangier is really charming. Only few houses have managed to put their feet down before the hill becomes too steep. And by some strange coincidence history has made this into the poor people's quarters.
Whenever I walk around here, I ask myself in such a European way: Do they know that they live in the best part of the town. Because, who could want more than the great view of the Atlantic and the wide and empty beach?