We ordered it a couple of hours before we ate. Salad for starter, an orange for pud.

There's a heap of beef under the veggies. A little bland, for us we think the recipe may have been europeanised and a bottle of chilli sauce provided "to taste".

It was sizzling when served.

This young lady was collecting firewood.

Just as in other "developing"  countries we've visited only the dead wood was removed.

There was also some harvesting of herbs from very sparse vegetation.

The architecture is rectangular. The minarets are square.

Its also the only country in which we've found square water tanks on legs.

This is the front door. With room for the guardian's dogs.

The guardian had been summoned as we walked through the village and walked up the track with us.

Just in case the phone number was over the door this time.

Interesting given the rectangular architecture elsewhere.

Less space to build. At least three stories.

The cistern here has water in it.

These agadirs must have been a huge investment.

Perhaps an indication of the importance of food storage, the extent of the threat, and perhaps agriculture was more extensive in damper times.

We think argane but possibly also grain - maize and corn?

We'd passed flat, stone paved, areas on the outskirts of the village which or guide suggested was where the donkeys were used to thresh the wheat - or at least that's what we thought the translation from French was!

A bit of a labyrinth.

Some granaries apparently have a mill, a smithie, and a few other useful things.

And a bit bouncy when we were on top of the roofs.

About 12 pins that located in the slide, lifted by a key to unlock.

A precursor of yale locks?

This is about where an aquaduct starts that is used to direct water into villages and fields downstream.

At some time this part has been filled with mud and stones, which went hard. Then the river cut a narrow way through.

A little different though. Here the particles aren't dissolved  (like limestone caves) and there's no freezing involved like the ice.

It seemed to be in the wrong place for a track. Could also have been cultivated.

The boys in the village seem to want "bon bon" and occasionally "cadeaux".

On the way back we were accompanied by a couple of girls. When we got to their village they simply waved goodbye.

Just interested, as we were in them. 12 years old, full of energy, unmarried (giggled at that one), finished school, collecting fallen leaves to feed the goats.

Walking through our village as the sun went down the shops (we didn't know they were there yesterday) were open and groups of people gossiping. Lots of "bonsoir" and "ca va".

Six hours in all, the plateau will have to wait for another day.