After leaving the gite we wandered through the alleys of the village before emerging on the banks of the river in the Valley of the Roses.
We followed the river upstream all day, sometimes needing to ford it. The water was cold and fast, being melted snow coming down from the Atlas Mountains.
Unfortunately we were too early to find any roses, however poppies were very much in abundance in the gardens of the villages we passed through.
One house had an unusual ornament on the roof......
Further up the valley the geology changed and we could have easily been in Arizona....
Camp was on the riverbank where the mules had plenty to drink and the chorus of frogs kept up all night....
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