Mauritania 2004. I needed holidays to take a rest but I wanted to get something original. My best friend gave me a travel agency address ( I was told he knew very well the lady who was in charge of the agency.). So I booked a trekking in Mauritania, a flight to Atar, then a car transfer to Chinguetti, the door to the desert. So the real great beach ever! The lady accepted to be taken in photography. It costed me my socks. She is a workshop lady, she is selling small items without great value to the tourists. These kind of women are suddenly here, in the middle of nowhere. Frankly speaking they are relatives, friends or even the spouses of the local guides.