My memories of Morocco are painted in a shade of sun-baked red.
Marrakesh is nicknamed the “Red City” for good reason.
The mountain goats that scale the foothills of the Atlas Mountains stir up a fine layer of dusty rose.
As a once thriving caravanserai stop for traders between the western Sahara and the more populous urban regions of Morocco, Telouet is now a crumbling masterpiece of scarlet masonry.
The UNESCO-recognized fortified village of Ait Benhaddou, further south, is constructed entirely of rammed earth, adobe, clay brick, and wood. Though made of such transient material, the fortification still stands as a sparkling crimson jewel in the desert.
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