the grand socco is the gateway to the medina, where you can find the kasbah, which means fortress, byo the east. and right in the middle of it all, the petit soco. what uncle bill burroughs called "the last stop, the meeting place, the switchboard of tangier." reasons for settling in tangier diverge. but everyone, sooner or later since the beginning of memory, comes to café tingas. jonathan dawson came to this city over 20 years ago as a journalist and he never left. he lives a life not too distant from burroughs' fantasy. cake and tea at 4:00 every day served by his manservant. he may not have a gazelle, but a pet rooster will do. and every day he makes the rounds of the cafes, seeing all the old faces, ending up, sooner or later, here. so this is the petit socco? >> jonathan: this is the petit soco, yeah. this soco existed in venetian times. it existed in roman times. it existed in the portuguese times. the english were here for 22 years. then, the international city until 1956. and now it's completely moroccan. but this is a very historic square, very historic. >> anthony: as a wri