Foreigners amid native peasants
I had no idea that in the palm down there in the village, there would be so much life, It is the only place in Morocco where you can do something similar in August without dying in the sun, at first it was a nice walk between palm trees, with slopes, but soon we came to a river and found peasants cultivating the fields, and a little further on there were donkeys moving more people, bathing and even washing clothes . This is a paradise beside the burning streets that are so desolate and await the return of job a little over their heads. I dared to photograph the people who were finding us, now I'm a little more blatant about that, as it was a bit like intruding into their lives without permission, in their workplaces and in their livelihoods and although we were always greeted with a smile not stopped, and maybe we were elements that contribute little to their lives, maybe just something to tell their families at night.