Behind a butcher’s shop in the Medina, down a stairwell lined with vintage film posters, lies Club Othello. Since the 1990s, this clandestine gallery has hosted punk Sufi musicians, feminist calligraphers, and painters who mix henna with street art. The current darling is Laila R., whose installations weave found objects—migratory bird feathers, discarded love letters—into commentaries on Mediterranean crossings. Every Thursday, the back room converts into a micro-cinema screening banned documentaries. You won’t find it on Google Maps, but the right guide can get you past the velvet rope.
