So yesterday’s photo was looking at old Ghadames from the outside in. Apart from the shadow of the palm tree there’s little to indicate the lush oasis within the city walls.
The city walls protected the oasis. Within the city, in addition to the network of passageways, there’s a network of water ditches (and now pipes) that conserve precious water better than open ditches. These water ditches serve a patchwork of small fields.
In this view some form of grain is being grown in this small field within the old city. In the corner there’s a hole at the base of the wall where a water ditch flows through.
In the field behind there are data palms and beyond that, another mosque. Like the passageways, the numerous plan trees provide shade to make moving around between the fields relatively pleasant also.
It must have been a relief to have been on a Trans-Saharan camel train arriving in Ghadames. The prospect of leaving on the next leg of the journey can’t have been nearly so pleasant.