When the sun sets to the West and licks her rocky hills gold, Tangier's youth gather on plastic chairs. They drink mint tea and gaze towards the night descending on Europe. Young children ride bikes, old men sell nuts and sweets. Atlantic and Mediterranean waters merge. The night air is chilly, and sticky with salt. After many sleepy decades — Tangier is awakening. Winds of change are sweeping through the old Medina, the minarets and the surrounding hills. Six years after the Arab spring, the city is rattling with a fascinating electricity. Tradition and modernity intertwine, trashiness and timelessness collide. Beautiful yet brash, indolent yet insolent — Tangier is one of those portals from one world to another. East and West converge, and stare each other in the eyes.
A vision of Tangier, Morocco.
Words and photography. Kamila & Simon