Overcast morning in Tangier

I will never forget the first morning I found myself in Morocco. I was awoken to the blair of sirens: A call to prayer at dawn. It was still dark outside and my friends and I were recovering still from a turbulent ferry ride across the Strait of Gibraltar the night before. We came by way of Tarifa in Spain. This used to be a conduit reserved only for EU passport holders so we had the privilege of being one of the first few non-EU tourists to make the crossing. This photo was taken from the terrace of Hotel Continental, perched high above the port.