We went from the desert to an oasis. The place Tinghir or Tinerghir . There are fields, palm trees, agriculture along the river, and houses along the edge. We were most interested in the houses made of straw and clay. So much so that we went to see them up close. On foot through olive groves. Some houses were destroyed, most likely due to water or. floods.
We stayed here for two nights, one would have been enough. We visited the Toudra Canyon near the city. We were there right in the morning and avoided the crowds. The high red and orange rocks are a paradise for climbers. We parked at the very beginning and walked through the canyon. We were just in the mood for a little more walking, so we decided to continue our journey to the left up a nicely groomed path. The path climbed nicely through the typical Moroccan landscape: 50 shades of orange. At one point we decided to have a snack. First a donkey came towards us, then two Berber girls. They asked for food, but unfortunately I only had snacks for us. Then they saw that I had wet wipes and asked for them. I gave them two each and they rushed to wash themselves. They just hurt your heart…
On the way back we found those same tissues, used, thrown away right there on the side of the road. That's just how it is there - dirty. Full of trash. You see chickens grazing outdoors, but at the same time they are rummaging through plastic bags, empty bottles, canned goods, etc. It's a shame, a great sadness and a shame, but what if it probably doesn't even occur to them. On the other hand, you can buy absolutely all the groceries in bulk (both at the market and in a fancy supermarket).
That afternoon, I really wanted to walk through the oasis. Along the paths past cultivated fields, mostly resting and waiting for spring. Past countless olive trees. Past countless date palms. And realistically, past the smoke clouds that Urban created when he kicked and ran across the sand. We left the child the joy of just walking alone.
The next day we visited another similar canyon: Dades . Much less touristy and accessed by the most famous road in Morocco. Extremely photogenic! 
Our children slept on the way back, we spent the night in an eco-camp, in a hut with a thatched roof in Ouarzazate . Another oasis, here we visited the castle and the museum with film props. Vasya and I really enjoyed the scenes from Gladiator, Cleopatra, etc. Everything is made of plaster, but at first glance it looks like it would be stupid.
The next day Hassan and I explored Ait Benhaddou…