We spent some of our time in Tangier in the Kasbah, or fortress, or military garrison, per our local guide. He also said that “Come to my Kasbah” means “Come to my house.” The Kasbah was built by the Portuguese, early in time, for the protection of the town. We walked the Tangier Kasbah and saw some famous homes including some owned by Americans plus some parks and landmarks.

After lunch, we spent several hours in the Medina or market. It was many narrow, winding streets with lots of different sections and lots of shops and crowds. It was not that much different from other medinas, so I’ll limit this post.

The first photo is Vicky in the Medina. It was the usual array of people, goods for sale, and bargaining.

The people were friendly. These kids, along the Kasbah wall, were anxious to try out their English with Vicky. They were pretty good at speaking English.

The third photo is just to show that you can be in the Kasbah of a city with a million people in north Africa and still run into a wandering goat.

Narrow winding medina roads do not seem to interfere with any and all forms of transportation in Tangier.

The goods for sale were endless and expected. I thought this was a pretty typical store for Tangier.