It's Monday, I'm back in London, and I'm in a bit of a daze. Not just the effects of a weekend of expatriat-scale-cocktail-drinking after six weeks of Lenten abstinence. There's something extraordinary about Tangier that gets under your skin. This evening I feel a bit like I'm waking from a dream. It's grubby, it's dusty, it's down at heel, and in parts, as close to heaven as I've been in a very long time. The specific part we will get to later, and it will come as no surprise.
World of Interiors have placed an embargo on me. "You can't take a photo of the house" said Gavin, the minute I put my foot through the door. "Jessica wrote specifically to say so". I was tempted... but fair play got the better of me and I promised I wouldn't show a single shot of Gavin's beautiful, beautiful house. (Well, there might be one or two). For lunch on Easter Saturday, we went to Jonathan Dawson's equally beautiful house in the country. Interiors are publishing that too. Hmm. Guess who got here first? So although it is ravishing place, which you can rent for next to nothing this summer, that too must remain almost behind wraps... I respect an exclusive after all. That evening, Veere & David (whose perfect Temple, in Suffolk, we read about a few weeks ago) showed us their extraordinary house-building project on the mountain. I've never seen anything like it. But I am afraid that again my camera was asked to stay in my pocket.
But thankfully in Tangier there is a lot to look it which we can share. From time to time it's hard to know where to start.