there's one particular cafe in the heart of the kasbah that's drawn in foreign dignitaries, rock starstists since it opened its doors in 1943. cafe baba. sweet mint tea in a thick slow-moving haze of smoke. it smells like my dorm room 1972. good evening, hello. this is george bajalia, and i should say i have no direct knowledge of either george or zaneb smoking any illegal substances or do i have any recollection of me doing anything untoward in their presence. that would be, like, wrong, dude. others in the room, however, well, don't give me that innocent look, you young punks. i know somebody in here is smoking reefer. how stoned are people here? >> we can ask, just ask. >> you're not getting totally ripped here? >> no. it's a functional part of daily life. for a long time, the rest of the country and the government didn't really like tangier a whole lot. it was seedy. there were foreigners that came here and -- >> it makes money. >> he sees it as a future economic economy. is many good or bad? >> for moroccans, it's work, but of course ex-pats want to keep tangier like they know it