In a blazing sky silhouetted by the eternal snows of the Atlas Mountains, the perfect proportions of the Menara pavilion may be reflected in the still waters of the lake. From another time.

At the copper souk where the metal is hammered by a blacksmith wearing a serious and concentrated expression. Or perhaps it was the Laghzal souk reserved to wool merchants. Or maybe the el Btana souk with its sheepskins. Or even the Zarbia souk where carpets and kaftans are sold to the highest bidder.