A dispatch from Tangier

On being a not-shit tourist, books about Morocco, and the good fortune of meeting wonderful strangers

I’ve been in Tangier for three days and have been thinking a lot about what it means to be a tourist; what travel does to us and to the people we meet. The pandemic restrictions meant that I hadn’t been overseas in two years—the longest gap between stamps in my passport in over a decade.

For me, part of the privilege of travel is the visceral reminder th…