
The next morning, we wake up early—and it’s a good thing because we’ve decided to head to the Valley of the Roses. We set off toward El Kelaa N Gouna with the lightly dusted peaks in the background; it snowed overnight.

We’re still surprised to see so much water in the wadi.

After picking up a few things for our picnic, we head to the Valley of the Roses. The gardens are surrounded by rose hedges, and the harvest isn’t over yet.


At one point, coming out of a bend, we’re surprised to see an entire herd making its way through the wadi. The scenery is stunning, and the sight is magnificent.

The nomads water their animals and leave right after.

In the village of Boutrahar, it’s laundry day. A lively and colorful scene.

And just outside the village, it’s the kingdom of poppies. A feast for the eyes. ...Another one...


We have our picnic at the bottom of the valley by the water, with a view of the small cereal fields. It looks like rice paddies.

On the way back, we stop in front of a crumbling kasbah that still has a proud air about it.

Both people and animals seek shelter from the sun.


The return to Skoura is filled with good spirits. Everyone’s happy to be back in the warm atmosphere of the guesthouse—and to enjoy Ghizlane’s delicious dishes.