So, as mentioned previously before, the bus broke down on the way to Ouarzazte, I was one of the people that was welcomed into the Imazighen family home **. I don't have any pics of that available, hence no real post about it. But I will say that they were the kindest people, serving us mint tea. Showing us their home. Then making us bread and rabbit stew. When we told her that we had to get back to the bus (it was fixed), and couldn't eat, she was DEFLATED. So we all agreed to stay for just a bite and her smile quickly returned, brighter than before. It is pretty much required that if something is offered, you should accept.
** as a side note, you'll notice in Carol's post referenced above, she uses the term Berber. Berber is an acceptable term to use in this day and age, however it was given to this group of people by the Romans and means "barbaric". I prefer to use the term Imazighen (Amazigh is singular) as that is what they call themselves. It means Free People.
So, on to Ouarzazte. The next morning, we went to the Glaoui Taourirt Kasbah. Such a beautiful place. Kasbah means castle in Spanish.
Some beautiful iron work screens in the windows, all done by hand held together by tabs.
It is a lovely place, but unfortunate to see it in its deteriorating state. In one room, we came upon recent graffiti carved into the walls. The walls are very thick, made of mud brick. With all the ventilation, it's not so bad inside temperature-wise. Speaking of ventilation, in this next pic, the small holes below the window are for just that when the window shutters are closed. A/C of sorts!
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