It amazed me how quickly the temperature changed once the sun set in the Sahara. We kept warm around a fire the guides had built for us. Huddled together comfortably sipping wine we listened intently to their beautiful songs and stories they started to tell. I watched flames flickering in their expressive eyes as they spoke and coaxed the fire to grow. I was amazed by the strength of their voices carrying farther in to the darkness as they beat a drum and sang louder. No monuments, no museums, no gardens or palaces. The people of Morocco where the real treasure in the desert.