fortress, by the way. the port is to the east, and right in the middle of it all, the petit socco, called the last spot, 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 cafe tingis. jonathan dawson came to this city 20 years ago as a journalist and never left. he lives a live not too distant from burroughs' fantasy. taking tea every day at 4:00 served by his manservant. he may not have a gazelle, but a pet rooster will do. he makes the rounds every day, seeing the old faces, ending up sooner or later here. >> this is the petit socco?