Marrakech – That’s what a weekend in Tangier feels like — a beautiful blur of blue waters, mint tea, and spontaneous storytelling.

So if you’ve only got 48 hours in this northern gem of Morocco, here’s how to do it right.

No fluff. No fiction. Just real spots, real vibes, and maybe a little sugar with your tea.

Arrive, breathe, and check into one of Tangier’s charming stays. If you’re into old-world charm with a modern touch,

La Maison de Tanger feels like stepping into a friend’s perfectly curated home — the kind of friend who collects vintage mirrors and always has a fresh bouquet on the table.

Or, if your weekend calls for sea views and marble floors, Villa Josephine is perched just right.

Before the sun dips, head to cafe Hafa. Yes, that cafe Hafa. It’s been around since 1921, and somehow still feels like a secret.

Order mint tea, grab a plastic chair, and take in the sweeping view of the Strait of Gibraltar — Spain so close you’ll start mentally brushing up on your Spanish.

Start your morning early in the Kasbah. Tangier’s medina is less chaotic than others in Morocco — which is code for: you can wander without getting completely lost.

Walk up to the Kasbah Museum, tucked inside the Dar el Makhzen palace.

You’re technically here for the history, but the lush Andalusian garden and mosaic-tiled courtyards steal the show.

Then let yourself drift. You might end up at Librairie des Colonnes, a small bookstore with a cult following, or stumble into an art gallery like Galerie Conil — where canvases flirt with colors only Tangier can inspire.

For lunch, walk (or taxi) to El Morocco Club in the Kasbah.

It’s a little posh, a little hidden, and somehow still chill.

Think: sea bass tagine, dim lighting, and maybe a jazz tune playing in the background.

In the afternoon, head down to Plage Municipale for a walk along the corniche.

It’s not your typical lie-down-and-sunbathe beach, but there’s something grounding about watching the locals play football, vendors spinning sugar around peanuts, and couples walking hand-in-hand.

Dinner? Le Saveur du Poisson. It doesn’t take reservations, it barely has a menu, and yet everyone agrees it’s where you go for real Tangier flavor.

Four courses, one price, no nonsense — and trust me, the fig juice alone is worth the wait.

Sunday mornings in Tangier are made for slow sips and good views.

Head to Salon Bleu — pastel interiors, rooftop tables, and a menu that makes brunch feel Mediterranean.

Order whatever has goat cheese, and just sit.

After that, give the souks one last love letter. Maybe you pick up a hand-painted bowl, maybe you just people-watch.

Either way, Tangier has a way of sticking to you.

And just like that, your weekend’s done.

You’ve wandered through history, tasted everything mint, and maybe — if you’re lucky — started writing your own Tangier story.

Because in this city, even a weekend feels like a whole chapter.