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