Cats, Camels, and Couscous: 24 Hours in Tangier
Arriving in Tangier by overnight train felt like stumbling into a dream — a slightly wobbly, too early in the a.m. dream, but a dream nonetheless. I couldn’t sleep most of the night. As we stepped off the train into the early morning haze, we were greeted by the city’s unmistakable mix of salty ocean breeze, distant honking, and — most importantly — cats. So many cats. I imagine that this is where the Doctor Who writers got the idea for the Catkind nurses in New New York. It quickly became clear that Tangier’s kitties were the unofficial mayors of every street, rooftop, and sun-warmed stoop.
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