From feast to famine. I’ve left the feria behind in Audalucia to arrive in Tangier just before sundown, it’s the 17th day of Ramadan here, the call to prayer reverberates across the city. I love the sound of it. Sitting on the roof terrace watching the sun go down I get talking to a guy who is working on the coordination of the up coming elections in Liberia, I was particularly interested to talk to him because my step brother Tim Wise filmed in Liberia, have a look at the trailer for his film Soldiers of Peace. With Ramadan in mind I’ve timed my meeting with the weaver for 10am tomorrow morning, that means he will have eaten and had something to drink and therefore can concentrate on my sample instructions. Me too, the morning is much better to get stuff like this over and done with on a mid summer’s day. Considering it’s August the weather is perfect, a gentle sea breeze and not too hot.
I’ve stayed the night at La Tangerina inside the old Kasbah, a real treat, very peaceful and friendly. Fortified this morning by delicious home made moroccan pastries and coffee for breakfast on the roof terrace I’m fully locked and loaded, ready to meet the weaver to discuss an idea I have for a beach bag.
The Hotel Nord-Pinus next door looks stunning too, I didn’t get to look upstairs but if the courtyard is anything to go by I’m sure the rooms are beautiful.
Am very pleased with the weavers meeting, I’ve got a couple of beach bags being sampled up, job done. If I like the look of the samples then I’ll give him some more work to get going on. There’s an hour or so to go before I get the ferry back to Spain I’ll slide in a bit of shopping at the mouth watering food market, my neighbours have put in their orders for flat bread, olives, tagine spices etc. I could get used to this.