We moved to Tangiers today and went for a long walk around the medina and the souk. It is a much bigger city than Tetuoan and much busier, with people everywhere and cars and bikes vying for space on the roads with people and market sellers. The weather has finally improved, the sun is out and the skies are clear and blue. We are staying in the same hotel that Matisse stayed when he visited Tangiers in 1912 and painted Window at Tangiers, The Grande Hotel Villa De France. The room he stayed in is directly above us and as I sit here and write this I am looking out at the same view, listening to the same sounds of humanity and animals, although I can hear a lot more car horns than Matisse.