Ghat
Set in the heart of Fezzan, a region crossed by caravans that from Sudan headed towards the Mediterranean, Ghat was favored by its strategic position and an ancient time of over a thousand years ago, was a vibrant city, flourishing on trade and blessed with a kind and clement nature, which with its ample lakes and savannah-like vegetation, was a haven for hunters and farmers. Ghat is guarded by Akakus mountains and has grown around its oasis and enwraps it in an intricate web of alleys and houses, tightly intertwined to ensure a long, cool, uninterrupted shadow.
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The Tuareg, slender figures of lapislazzuli and cobalt on their ivory mehari pedestals, those white, enchanted, camels that come to life when the sun lights up the golden satin of the dunes. The elegant figures are animated by the sound of an invisible musical box which, during the Festival that is held in Ghat towards the end of December, accompanies the ritual dances and the complex figurative movements of these people that has become legendary presence in the immensity of the desert. It is a breathless moment when suddenly there is a glimpse of Lake Mandara, one of the many lakes that make up the Ramlat Daouada and Ramlat Zallaf, which shine like delicate jade against the silken velvrt dunes of the Adhane Ubari.
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