We're going to Tangier in a few hours and are both sad to be doing so. Chefchaouen has provided us with hiking, henna, and a hotel run by the sweetest couple in the world. She makes the strawberry jam and butter that we have for breakfast every morning. Both are delicious. He reserved our bus tickets for us. We just have to pick them up before boarding. The tiles are colourful, the tapestries warm red, and something about ascending the staircase into cool air begs us to stay and relax and be comfortable for longer. Of course we can't. The next few days are our route back to England and then to Canada where school awaits. No more afternoons spent reading in the shaded, cool hotel room (finished the House of Mirth, Just So Stories, Changing Planes, The Woods, High Fidelity, Rob Roy, The Kindness of Strangers). People-listening can be just as satisfying as people-watching.