Driving out of Tangier, we stopped once at a beach that we deemed to dirty to swim at (seriously - broken glass in the waves) and moved on to Asilah, which someone had decided to make as clean as Switzerland - as a result it was really quiet, and we only stayed long enough for a phenomenal lunch of fish and moved on to the next place.
We spent the night in Larache, where my darling brother's Spanish was more useful than my French at La Maison Haute, where Hassan, his wife Fatima, and their wonderful son Mohammed welcomed us into their incredible home. We took the paseo (sunset walk) by the bay and drank tea to the call to prayer... it was a beautiful town! Thank you, Hassan and Fatima!
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