The port was another sketchy area of Tangiers. The taxi driver didn’t want to take us there and didn’t want us to eat there. He walked close to us the whole time and watched everyone that passed us with a frown. He took us there when the stalls were closing and the crowd had already left.
Was he too careful?
I’ll never know. But we liked going there and if we go back to Tangiers we’ll certainly stop to have lunch (the shrimps looked delish!)