Contrast this scene with the big romantic and exotic cities of Marrakesh, Casablanca, Fez, and Rabat, where the men wander the streets with one another, sit in cafes without women, and appear to run the country from behind their demitasse cups of tea and coffee. The tour guide looks uncomfortable as people try to catch the workers toiling in the fields. Having mastered the art of dodging cameras, the women quickly turn their faces away. Not so with the children who run gleefully towards us. As soon as our shutters click, their spontaneity fades.
Someone reaches for a ballpoint, and everywhere there are youngsters thrusting hands in our faces.
Women walking with child. Berber souvenir stand. This signals the arrival of several townspeople with objects to sell. Five dollars is the incredibly low price for such craftsmanship. Another holds up classic Berber jewelry containing chunky amber stones diffused with real fossils and wood.