Some places exist outside of time. Café Hafa, clinging to the cliffs since 1921, is one such sanctuary. The Beatles once sat on these very blue-and-white tiled terraces, as did Burroughs and Bowles. Today, the ritual remains unchanged: steaming glasses of mint tea so sweet it makes your teeth ache, served with a view that stretches to Spain. Old men play endless games of backgammon while teenagers sneak glances at each other. The tea master moves between tables with the precision of a conductor, pouring from impossible heights. As seabirds circle below and ships glide toward the horizon, you’ll understand why generations have come here to watch the world go by.
