My aunts Monique and Micheline went to Morocco last fall. They were a small group of elderly Quebecoise ladies (average age well over 70), including two very well known Quebec actresses. Their intinerary included camping in the desert. Camp was made for them during the day, and appears to be made with kilim rugs strung over wood frames. Their hosts then cooked and served the ladies a Moroccan feast before leaving them alone in the desert to cackle and twitter, gossip and theorize late into the night. The pee shack was away from the camp, by the tree in the background. Each of the little ladies probably had to make their own midnight toddle to the shack (chamber pots being out of fashion) under a big starry night desert sky. Monique gave me this picture when I was in Montreal last week, and it's formed the basis of my own little fantasy world of making a camp with all my rugs, cooking and feeding my friends in the twilight, and dancing to exhaustion by fire and under stars. The pee shack I'm not so sure about.