Moving
Morocco 1998
My guide owned a Land Rover and he loved to drive on the piste, which is a French word for dirt track. I liked it, too, because we’d often come across people who lived the way people in Morocco lived a hundred years ago. Well, almost.
This family had a small child, maybe about three years old and when he saw me, he began to wail and shriek with fear. He toddled along by himself among the rocks unwilling to be on the same road with me. You can see him…a little black dot on the one-third line on the right hand side.