The enchantment of the Anti-Atlas

From Tiznit, our "grand-taxi" driver took us up in the Anti-Atlas, or Little Atlas, mountain range in South-West Morocco, through the breathtaking Ameln Valley. He knew how to use his horn at the approach of every curve on a one-lane road  punctuated by deep pot-holes, bordered on the one side by mountain and the other a steep slope rolling ever downwards.  Through the taxi windows I snatched some photos and some of these weren't too blurry.

There was a herd of Arabian camels, or dromedaries, perhaps from the region, or touring north from the Western Sahara.  A hillside of herbs, in an exquisite landscape that, partially denuded, is easy to admire but also ecologically at risk.  See the slopes dotted with small trees: they could be almond, olive or argan nut trees - the last a unique plant native only to this area of the world.  I wonder about this paradise on the edge of the Sahara - about its scrutiny and its stewardship.