We walked out from the hotel intending a brief walk in the medina, but soon met a lovely old chap who was keen to show us some of the sights. Speaking impeccable English, Abdullah proceeded to lead us through a dizzying array of small dim alleys, where sometimes the buildings appeared to touch overhead.
Abdullah was a font of history and very very proud of Tangers place in it. He showed us through the Jewish and Portugese quarters, stopping frequently to expound on a particular point or to show a notable landmark. Mixed in with historical monuments were the houses of Yves San Laurent and the erstwhile great train Ronnie Biggs (who must have made an incongruous neighbour).
After an hour or so, 63 year Abdullah was starting to flag. The steep steps and narrow cobbled paths had taken their toll, so he said he needed to go to the mosque. We shook his hand and thanked him profusely for such an interesting walk and lesson in Moroccan culture.
Nearing exhaustion ourselves, we have taken refuge at a local cafe. It was only when we were halfway through our treacly hot chocolates that James observed we are sitting in the aptly named Cafe Colon.
