I have a few pictures of some of the people of Morocco that I took as we traveled. I wanted pictures of the women in their flowing garments. Their headscarves and the long robes they wore were sometimes very beautiful. Even those there were a solid color, even sometimes all black, still gave them a sense of grace. Now, sometimes we saw quite elderly women walking alongside one of those crazy, curvy roads out in the rural areas in flowing garments, but they were carrying sacks of sticks/wood or rugs or some sort of fabric that simply bundled this wood together. It was pretty hard then to admire their garments when you saw these women (and might I say – Never a man) carrying these burdens. What we were told later is that because other forms of fuel for cooking/heating is expensive, carrying wood from somewhere else to home is still the norm and it is still the job of the woman.
So, hee are pictures of some folks I took as we drove. Some from out in the desert. Some from at the farming co-op and at the fossil musuem.
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