One can't be too cautious about thepeople one meets in Tangier. They're allweirdies of one kind or another.Me? Oh,I'm A StrangerHere Myself
and the richest will avoid your eyes, afraid you might try to sell them something.
In spite of recent changes, the town still has its unique qualities. As a result of them the permanent population includes smugglers and black-marketeers, fugitives from justice and international con men, espionage and counter-espionage agents, homosexuals, nymphomaniacs, alcoholics, drug addicts, displaced persons, ex-royalty, and subversives of every flavor. Local law limits the activities of few of these.
Like I said, it's quite a town.
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I looked up from my Herald Tribune and said, "Hello, Paul. Anything new cooking?"
He sank into the chair opposite me and looked around for the waiter. The tables were all crowded and since mine was a face he recognized, he assumed he was welcome to intrude. It was more or less standard procedure at the Cafe de Paris.
A somewhat interesting story with a bit of a twist for an ending - though not a shocker. Kind of too short and shallow to get a high rating.
Good yarn. Two acquaintances meet by accident at a sidewalk cafe in Tangier. Not funny or the least bit science fictiony until the end. I don't know if the ending is predictable, I didn't see it coming, but I'm reported to be somewhat dense.
Cleverly written, if predictable short about two guys who meet in a Tangier cafe and discover they have more in common than they knew.