Romance-speaking Africa - French and Spanish in North Africa

French and Spanish in North Africa

In North Africa there are countries where French or Spanish are spoken, but they are neither the main nor the official languages:

  • Algeria, Maghreb French (this is the only North African nation where French is spoken by majority).
  • Morocco, Spanish is often spoken as a second language in the former Spanish protectorate, but the French is widely the national second language once the French protectorate was much larger. Haketia (or Western Judaeo-Spanish) is spoken by a few hundreds of Moroccan Jews and is endangered. Another variant, the Spanish language that was spoken by moriscos, is extinct.
  • Tunisia, Maghreb French.
  • Western Sahara, Spanish language in Western Sahara.

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