So everywhere is evidence of the water that is so needed for anywhere to survive and today we are on the lookout for what was missing last year. Water.
Down a dark alley we hunt our liquid gold and find the tower of the past on the banks of what must be a mighty river when it occasionally flows.
The width of it is almost unbelievable. Can this whole area become a raging torrent? We would rather not find out but the mind boggles at the thought of it. A wall of water appearing suddenly and becoming a flowing river in an instant. That is, we are told, the way it happens. When it rains, it pours. the mountains don't have time to hold the downpour so it runs furiously down into the valleys. Was the tower a lookout? Who knows.
We walk on and Krysia finds her dream home! Well, it needs a spot of repair and I have to remind her that it reaches 50 deg C here in the summer!
But look Ted, we could own our very own Kasbah.
Mmm, how to break this to her. I think even the locals have given up on this one darling. Why do we not continue on and see what else we can find!
The tower is nice too but......
At last, the Palmerie. Water lies in small beds waiting to be planted and no sooner do we enter the maize, we are surrounded by lush vegetation, palms and crops. All irrigated by the winters rain which must be stored up in the mountains.
Broad Beans are very popular and hiding in the shadows, Krysia looks for somewhere to stop and sit.
She sets to work on a drawing or two as I wander and take in the beauty.
Water of Life
The Drawings
This chap was at a cafe we stopped at for a coffee and he just could not keep his eye off Krysia.
Gotcha.
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