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Day 4: October 24, 2024 The cafe, a relic from 1927, was a watering hole for the damned. Kerouac, Burroughs, Bowles, Williams – a motley...

Tangier. The name itself conjures images of a bygone era, a place where the lines between East and West blur. . .

Next, our server each hands us a wooden fork. I question the cleanliness for a split second before digging into the next course...