The last time I went the Medina had become rather full of in your face hawkers & hash sellers so I popped in for a tea and got threatened by a knife wielding lunatic. I’d still go back, it’s probably the closest place to the UK that really feels like you are somewhere a long way from home.
His name was Alfie and died quite a few years ago. He was a short fella. The stories my dad used to tell about him are many and varied.
He had a brother, Lenny, and when they were growing up around the Elephant and Castle they were both Teddy Boys. Although vertically challenged, nobody fucked with them - they were vicious if needed.