Tangier, Morocco | Tangier and the Imaginary Fromager

Notes from Tangier

This site will take you on a cultural journey

I had my hands and feet dyed with henna when I lived there. It lasted over 6 months.


A poem by the Sufi poet Rumi:

Come, come, come
whoever you are
lover of leaving
It doesn’t matter
ours is not a caravan of despair
come, even if you have broken your vow
a thousand times
Come yet again
come, come

Author: cryominute

In my mind are the castles of a realm unseen Come, join me on my flight

I'm listening for the "Whispers"

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