
I haven’t been to Tangier for a few years now and Jono doesn’t live there any more but he sent me a message the other day saying that of course I could mention him in this little blog. I told him I had about 30 readers and we had a good laugh about that.
Anyway I’m so pleased we met that day at the faded Café Tingis, that we shared easy and entertaining companionship for a few weeks every time I went to Tangier, that I was a guest at one of his lunch parties ( he had a resident cook and housekeeper, a view acrosss the sea to Europe, and pet cockeral called Gregory Peck ) and that it was all so amusing and light and warm.
The photo above is Jono in his Tangier home, and then here below in the New York Times article that had taken me to Tangier in the first place, and at the bottom, with Anthony Bourdain ( who – Jono told me – also met him by chance on the street… ) :

