When the sun sinks behind the Medina walls, Tangier transforms. The daytime hustle softens into something more intimate. In hidden courtyard restaurants, musicians pluck oud strings as the scent of slow-cooked tagines wafts through jasmine-scented air. Down at the port, fishermen mend nets under buzzing streetlights while late-night cafés fill with philosophers and dreamers. Some nights bring impromptu drum circles in the Petit Socco; others invite quiet contemplation over shisha at a rooftop lounge. This is when Tangier’s dual nature reveals itself – both African and European, traditional and rebellious, always keeping one eye on the distant glow of Andalusia across the water.
