Matthew Speight
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In the hub of the tourist-trap that is the Medina these days, a fading aftertaste of Café Tingis', and thereby Tangier's, iconic past still lingers, just about. Haunted by a selection of regulars, many quite interesting, the smell of hashish, mint, and sweet honey fill the air. One of the few places I, as a non-local, wasn't over-charged as standard practice too, which is notable. Grab a cup, share a conversation or two with the local folks on neighbouring tables, and watch the world pass by.