The Anti-Atlas is the part of Morocco most visitors never reach — and that is exactly what makes it worth the effort. Older than the High Atlas by hundreds of millions of years, the range’s Precambrian granite has been worn smooth and tinted in tones of rose, ochre and amber that the afternoon light turns almost incandescent. At the centre of it all sits Tafraoute, a small Souss Berber town in a natural amphitheatre of boulders at 1,200 metres, cool enough at night even in July.
This is not a destination built for mass tourism. There are no world-famous kasbahs, no Hollywood film-set backdrops. What there is: an ancient landscape, an intact Amazigh culture, 26 villages threaded along the base of Jbel Lekst, Belgian-painted rocks weathering into pastels, and gorges that see perhaps a dozen hikers on a busy day. The almond blossom festival in February has started drawing crowds, but outside that window the Anti-Atlas is startlingly quiet for somewhere this beautiful.
Getting here takes a little more planning than booking a riad in Marrakech, but the infrastructure is solid enough for independent travel and the rewards — the silence, the views, the meals eaten in village homes — are proportionally greater.