Cesar Rampe

<< The evening wind flutters the tunic of a desert prince while a scent of Morocco emerges from that improvised campfire.

A journey through the dunes begins. >>

The compass points south of south, beyond the exotic Marrakech. It is there, where the needle points, that the mysterious Sahara Desert stretches out, populated by nomadic peoples under an inky black sky and a dawn that sends out stars behind an intense blue. A place that always invites you to an adventure: to discover the unknown…

"Luis Castro Quintela"