The road took us slowly away from the High Atlas and into the edge of the Anti Atlas. Desert land, with occasional small flocks of sheep, each one tended by a man. Almond trees in blossom where there was enough water for them to grow. We entered the area where the argan trees grow, source of the nuts and thence the oil. Herds of goats feed on the trees, and often high up the branches. A big empty country, not without villages, but not rich enough to support a lot of people.
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