From The Daily Beast
Soft red rocks adorn the landscape, and fluffy capes of snow grace the mountain peaks, as the road winds through dusty villages to Ouarzazate, Morocco. En route, carcasses hang over makeshift grill stations where travelers stop to feast on the five-hour journey from Marrakech. I point at the red flesh hanging from a spike and feast on the chargrilled results.
My belly is still warm upon arrival at this distant outpost, known as the gate to the desert, and the dreaminess of the trip soon turns into another type of reverie. A large clapboard with the words “ACTION” welcomes visitors to Ouarzazate, where the stuff of dreams has long been transcribed into film.
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