Sometimes we really need a break. A break from society, from people, from daily chaos and duties. What could be a better place if not a small village with few inhabitants, camels, you and your significant other.
We got lost in Merzouga, in the immensity of the Sahara, the desert, at the extreme southern tip of Morocco, a land where no man have interest in going because there is just enough to survive for few people.
We found love again, getting lost in watching a red butterfly flying against the wind while the dust from the desert was rolling down and building up on a majestic dune.
Was that time in the day when everything is covered with pure gold lights...