Marrakech to the Sahara desert.

Passing ladies bent over in a dry grassy field with her herd of goats, men sitting on the side of the road selling fruit, we arrive at the Atlas mountains which runs from the North of Morocco to the south east (I could be wrong)
They are high, 2150m above sea level, not the biggest I've seen, still stunning peak formations. I'm still waiting to see goats climbing trees for Agaorn nuts.


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