Tangier - Tanger Chez Habitant

I have to put a plug in for Tanger Chez Habitant, the B&B we stayed in for 2 nights because I loved it so much. As we drove into Tangier we thought we would be staying in another riad but we were wrong. Trying to find the place was tricky without the help of a local, whose father's restaurant and uncle's shop we had to visit so we didn't have to pay him anything. Once we found Chez Habitant we felt much more relaxed and Olivier was an outstanding host. His English was just as good as our French so it made the stay even more fun. We learned weefee is French for wi-fi and boojay is budget ie Budget Rental Cars. Luckily Olivier's partner Hicham had a little more French and he could explain how to get to places without the charades. The artwork they have displayed is beautiful. The little touches of furnishings around the rooms make it such a nice place to stay. We loved our floor which included our double room, a single room and a bathroom, which were all ours. The terrace on the roof and the breakfast terrace provided wonderful views back towards the beach.
Over the two days we wandered through the medina and did a bit of walking  along the corniche and outside the walls as well. It was very relaxing at the B&B though. The biggest let down for Tangier were the idiots at the port. Having bought our "open" tickets for the ferry when we first arrived we were all set to go. We arrived on the port and were immediately approached by 4 men wanting to "assist us to get to the ferry." "No thankyou" didn't work and when we went to check in at the port office and found out our ticket was not "open" and it wasn't even the company we were expecting to be booked on ... that's when I finally lost it. I pushed past the idiots who were still annoying me, made Tony come back with me (via a taxi) to the booking office, made the man change the tickets and got back to the port in time to catch the other ferry (which was leaving 10 minutes later) without swearing once. Tony was bemused by it all :-)

The street down to the medina. I counted 100 steps from the
bottom to the corner of our street.

View to the beach from the rooftop terrace. Apparently it's to polluted to swim in.

My own personal bar man.

This was on the wall on our terrace.

Breakfast on the lower terrace.

Part of the kasbah wall.

Spain is in the distance.

The royal palace. There's one in every city.

These are actually graves set in rock.

Street in the medina. It's hard to take photos when people are sitting
outside their shops or walking past. They expect payment. (only some)

Another piece of artwork at Chez Habitant.

If you asked me where was the best place to visit  in Morocco I couldn't say that there was one place I liked more than all the others. Essaouira, Marrakech, Fes and Tangier had fantastic places to stay! Essaouira was our first riad, Marrakech had the food market at night & the bus tour, Fes had Juliet, Cafe Clock and the electric car tour and Tangier had Olivier and Hicham, and the shop where Tony finally found a leather bag.
Onwards to Spain ...