The Kasbah quarter hides crumbling masterpieces behind unassuming arches. These are the ghosts of Tangier’s International Era – villas where mid-century spies exchanged secrets in gilded salons, their ballrooms now echoing with the laughter of neighborhood children. Sunlight filters through broken stained glass onto mosaic floors where diplomats once waltzed. We know which courtyard still blooms with the original bourgainvillea planted by an exiled princess, and where to find the last surviving zellige ceiling hand-cut by Fez artisans. These silent witnesses to history don’t appear on maps, but their stories linger in the sea air.
