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Title: I'm a Stranger Here Myself

Author: Dallas McCord Reynolds

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_One can't be too cautious about the
people one meets in Tangier. They're all
weirdies of one kind or another.
Me? Oh,_

_I'm A Stranger
Here Myself_

By MACK REYNOLDS

The Place de France is the town's hub. It marks the end of Boulevard
Pasteur, the main drag of the westernized part of the city, and the
beginning of Rue de la Liberte, which leads down to the Grand Socco and
the medina. In a three-minute walk from the Place de France you can go
from an ultra-modern, California-like resort to the Baghdad of Harun
al-Rashid.

It's quite a town, Tangier.

King-size sidewalk cafes occupy three of the strategic corners on the
Place de France. The Cafe de Paris serves the best draft beer in town,
gets all the better custom, and has three shoeshine boys attached to the
establishment. You can sit of a sunny morning and read the Paris edition
of the New York _Herald Tribune_ while getting your shoes done up like
mirrors for thirty Moroccan francs which comes to about five cents at
current exchange.

You can sit there, after the paper's read, sip your expresso and watch
the people go by.

Tangier is possibly the most cosmopolitan city in the world. In native
costume you'll see Berber and Rif, Arab and Blue Man, and occasionally a
Senegalese from further south. In European dress you'll see Japs and
Chinese, Hindus and Turks, Levantines and Filipinos, North Americans and
South Americans, and, of course, even Europeans--from both sides of the
Curtain.

In Tangier you'll find some of the world's poorest and some of the
richest. The poorest will try to sell you anything from a shoeshine to
their not very lily-white bodies, and the richest will avoid your eyes,
afraid _you_ might