Read the following passage and questions, then choose the right answer from options, the answer should be one of A, B, C, D.

<passage>:
One can't be too cautious about the people one meets in Tangier. They're all weirdies of one kind or another. Me? Oh, The Place de France is the town's hub. It marks the end of Boulevard Pasteur, the main drag of the westernized part of the city, and the beginning of Rue de la Liberté, which leads down to the Grand Socco and the medina. In a three-minute walk from the Place de France you can go from an ultra-modern, California-like resort to the Baghdad of Harun al-Rashid. It's quite a town, Tangier. King-size sidewalk cafes occupy three of the strategic corners on the Place de France. The Cafe de Paris serves the best draft beer in town, gets all the better custom, and has three shoeshine boys attached to the establishment. You can sit of a Paris edition of the New York while getting for thirty Moroccan francs at current exchange. You can sit there, after the paper's read, sip your expresso and watch the people go by. Tangier is possibly the most cosmopolitan city in the world. In native costume you'll see Berber and Rif, Arab and Blue Man, and occasionally a Senegalese from further south. In European dress you'll see Japs and Chinese, Hindus and Turks, Levantines and Filipinos, North Americans and South Americans, and, of course, even Europeans—from In Tangier you'll find some of the world's poorest and some of the richest. The poorest will try to sell you anything from a shoeshine to their not very lily-white bodies, and the richest will avoid your eyes, afraid might try to sell them something. In spite of recent changes, the town still has its unique qualities. As a result of them the permanent smugglers and black-marketeers, fugitives from justice and international con men, espionage and counter-espionage agents, homosexuals, nymphomaniacs, alcoholics, drug addicts, displaced persons, ex-royalty, and subversives of every flavor. Local law Like I said, it's quite a town. and said, "Hello, Paul. Anything new cooking?" me and looked around for the waiter. The tables were all crowded and since mine was a face he recognized, he assumed he was welcome to intrude. It was at the Cafe de Paris. It wasn't a place to go if you wanted to be alone. donkey's years." The waiter came along and Paul ordered a glass of beer. Paul was an easy-going, sallow-faced "What's in the newspaper?" he said, disinterestedly. "Pogo and Albert are going to fight a duel," I told him, "and Lil Abner is becoming a rock'n'roll "Oh," I said, "the intellectual "The Russkies have put up another manned satellite." "They have, eh? How big?" "Several times bigger than to those poxy flying saucers?" "What flying saucers?" A French girl went by with a as though it'd been shaven. The girl was in the latest from Paris. Every pore in place. We both looked after her. Maybe they would've seen one." "That's an idea," I said. without rubbing him the wrong well, but, for that matter, it's comparatively seldom you ever get to know anybody very well in Tangier. Largely, cards are played close to the chest. My beer came and a plate of tapas for us both. Tapas at the Cafe de Paris are apt to be olives, and possibly some cheese. in the States. "Where do you think they came from?" And when he looked Saucers." He grinned. "From Mars or Venus, or someplace." landed on the Yale football field Take me to your cheerleader , or something." them. If they were aliens from space, then why not show themselves?" It'd been cooked in rancid olive I said, "Oh, there are various answers to that one. We could probably sit around here and think of two or three that made sense." "Like what?" of civilized planets. But it's restricted, for membership until you, well, flight. Then you're invited into the club. Meanwhile, they send secret missions down from time to time to keep an eye on your progress." Paul grinned at me. "I see you read the same poxy stuff I do." A Moorish girl went by dressed in a neatly tailored gray shoes, and a pinkish silk veil so transparent that you could see she wore lipstick. Very provocative, dark eyes can be over a veil. We both looked after her. one. Suppose you have a very advanced civilization on, say, Mars." said with mock severity. "This the planet began to lose its water and air, it withdrew underground. Uses hydroponics and so forth, husbands its water and air. Isn't that what we'd do, in its water and air?" what about them?" "Well, they observe how man is going through a scientific boom, an industrial boom, a population boom. A boom, period. practical space ships. Meanwhile, he's also got the H-Bomb and the way he beats the drums on get away with it." scared and are keeping an eye on different." "I got a better one. How's early days. They've gone beyond things like wars and depressions and revolutions, and greed for power or any of these things giving us a bad time here on Earth. They're all like scholars, now, with all the problems, get or how we're going to get there." I finished my beer and clapped my hands for Mouley. "How do you mean, ?" "Well, take half the countries in the world today. They're trying to industrialize, modernize, catch up with the advanced countries. Look at Egypt, and Israel, and India and China, and Yugoslavia and Brazil, and all the rest. Trying to drag themselves up to the level of the advanced countries, and all using different methods of doing it. But look at the so-called advanced countries. Up to their bottoms in problems. Juvenile delinquents, climbing crime and suicide rates, the loony-bins full of the balmy, unemployed, threat of war, it. Why, a man from Mars would be fascinated, like." Mouley came shuffling up in his babouche slippers and we know, there's only one big snag observers, or scholars, or spies or later we'd nab one of them. You know, Scotland Yard, or the F.B.I., or Russia's secret police, or the French Sûreté, or Interpol. This world is so deep in police, counter-espionage outfits and security agents that an up, and they'd nab him." base himself in London or New York. Somewhere where he could use the libraries for research, get the daily newspapers and center of things. But now I don't think so. I think he'd be right here in Tangier." "Why Tangier?" "It's the one town in the world where anything goes. Nobody gives a damn about you or your affairs. For instance, I've known you make your living." "In this town you seldom even ask a man where's he's from. He can be British, a White Russian, a Basque or a Sikh and nobody could care less. Where are from, Rupert?" "California," I told him. "No, you're not," he grinned. you mean?" "I felt your mind probe back the F.B.I. possibly flushing an trained by the humanoids. If these human bodies we're disguised in, neither of us is humanoid. Where are you really from, Rupert?" We had a laugh and ordered another beer. "What're you doing here on "Researching for one of our eaters. Humanoid flesh is considered quite a delicacy. How "Scouting the place for thrill tourists. My job is to go around to these backward cultures and help stir up inter-tribal, or international, are. Then our tourists come in—well shielded, of course—and get

<question>:
Where can a person go to be with friendly faces in Tangier?

<options>:
A The Place de France
B The Boulevard Pasteur
C The Cafe de Paris
D The Grand Socco

<answer>:

C