Originally uploaded by Mic2006.
On the way to Mount Toumbakal, you pass through many dusty villages. A serpentine road weaves in amongst the mountain peaks. I was told that in the winter the passes can be snowed-in and the towns become totally cut off from the rest of the world.
A train from Tangiers, crowded with Moroccan soldiers, had taken us as far as Marrakesh, from there we travelled in luxury, a yellow mercedes taxi. We stayed in Asni for several days and it was there that I took this photo of these fruit vendors.
The Hotel Toumbakal in Asni was a wonderful resting spot. From its French quisine, that satisfied the pallet and the wonderfully refreshing pool that cooled the body, you could see the desert peaks all around. It was a true oasis of luxury in a land of un-tainted, un-filtered exotic experience.