The dusty town of Alnif is on the road from the Sahara to the High Atlas Mountains. This woman in black, probably in town to do her marketing, is my memory of this place. She was staring at me, but we cannot see her eyes. She expresses the traditional Islamic modesty, her face largely swathed in black fabric. Her body language and hands, however, speak to us. In spite of the heat and her enshrouding, she is relaxed, confident, and above all, mysterious.