Usually Tofatat is silent and uninhabited; the birds, a wondering donkey, or a wild ram sometimes break this noiselessness. On this day, the singsong calls of these shephard girls were like voices of angels in this earthly paradise. Read more…

Usually Tofatat is silent and uninhabited; the birds, a wondering donkey, or a wild ram sometimes break this noiselessness. On this day, the singsong calls of these shephard girls were like voices of angels in this earthly paradise. Read more…
THE TAO OF TOFATAT: From far away I spotted our destination, dominating a valley encircled at a respectful distance by small hills — Tofatat was a rocky desert queen on her sandy dais. Our footsteps quickened, keeping time with our racing heartbeats. La Nuit sensed our new fervor and barked incessantly. As we got nearer, no one spoke; even our Labradors seemed entranced. Arriving at its base, we just looked up in amazement, and understood why Ahoudan had been so proud to bring us here. Read more…
TOFATAT (continued): I now grasped why Ahoudan had never attempted to describe what we would find at his secret sanctuary. You can’t describe Tofatat, any better than you can describe “love”; you experience it, you say what it is about, you write poetry about it, but its essence is lost in translation. Although Tofatat is made of lifeless stone, it is the most life-giving natural phenomenon I have ever experienced. Read more…
Finally, in the distance, we saw movement. Lots of movement: cows, sheep, camels, donkeys and men… all united around… aha, a well! Read more…
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