Arriving in Tangier is somewhat of a shock if you’re not prepared for it. And, frankly, even if you are. The aggressive “guides” wanting you to employ them. The hawkers of trinkets. The beggars. The mystery of signs in the slippery Arabic alphabet. All of that. But the appeal of Morocco is enough to balance. The colors. The curves. Light and shadows. Alleyways that dead end in small squares, such as this one in the old medina. We had only a brief taste of Morocco last time. But we’re headed back for more soon. Better prepared? We’ll see.