On a clear morning, from the roof of the medina, you can see Spain. The distance is fourteen kilometres. Ferries cross in thirty-five minutes. The strait has been crossable since before there were boats to cross it — the Romans called the rocks at the entrance the Pillars of Hercules and believed, correctly, that the world continued on the other side.
Tangier spent thirty-three years as an International Zone: a stateless territory governed jointly by Spain, France, Britain, and later six additional nations, from 1923 to 1956. No single country's laws applied. The result was a city that attracted everyone with something to hide or something to find — spies, fugitives, smugglers, currency speculators, and, in significant numbers, American and European writers who found in the ambiguity a freedom unavailable at home.
Paul Bowles arrived in 1947 for a summer and stayed fifty-two years, until his death in 1999. He learned Arabic but not Darija — the Moroccan dialect — despite living in the same apartment building for the last decades of his life. William Burroughs wrote the manuscript of Naked Lunch here between 1954 and 1957, typing on a table in the Hotel Muniria while struggling with heroin addiction. Jack Kerouac, Allen Ginsberg, Francis Bacon, Truman Capote, Tennessee Williams — the list of people who came, stayed, and worked in Tangier in the mid-century is improbable for a city of its size.
The medina is smaller and less labyrinthine than Fes or Marrakech — navigable within a morning. The Kasbah sits at its highest point, with a palace that is now a museum and a terrace that explains why every writer who arrived by boat chose to stay. The small museum holds Roman bronzes from Volubilis, Phoenician glass, and an explanation of the city's geography that makes its entire history suddenly comprehensible.
Below the medina, the Grand Socco — properly the Place du 9 Avril 1947, renamed to mark Mohammed V's speech demanding independence — is the hinge between the old city and the new. The Petit Socco, deeper in the medina, is the café square where the international writers and spies watched each other watch each other.
Tangier is best approached from the sea if you can manage it: the ferry from Tarifa in Spain takes thirty-five minutes and delivers you to a port that is genuinely dramatic. The train from Casablanca via the Al Boraq high-speed line takes two hours and ten minutes — the fastest ground connection in Africa. The airport (TNG) has European connections but is peripheral to the city.
The best months are April to June and September to October. July and August are warm but busy with Moroccan families from the south. November through February is mild by Moroccan standards — 15°C days, rarely cold — and the city empties of tourists. The light in winter is exceptional.