Stories from the roof, Tanger.

In the quiet. Just before the sun comes up and just after the call to prayer has calmed. Seagulls swooping overhead and lights flickering in the distance as the ships pass through the strait.

A tea towel dries on the back of a chair and the light gently enters the small kitchen where, soon, the smell of coffee and fresh moroccan pancakes will mix with the sounds of oranges being squeezed and bowls of sweet honey being placed on trays.

Elsewhere the colours softly ease the buildings into life. Flowers rippling, hanging clothes swaying.

Early mornings on the roof, Tanger, Morocco, November 2022.