James got up early the next morning to climb to the nearer ribat while I stayed and held the fort (or held Jeremy, to be more precise).  In fact, he discovered that we were locked in overnight, so he had to wait until Brahim arrived before he could leave to go on his little trek.
 
It was still early enough that the valley was misty, softening the views from the ruined ribat.
Knowing my love of storks, he shot this lovely sequence for me: 
And then it was time to get back on the road for the long drive home.

We passed a group of people building a pisé addition to a house:

And the signs of spring were everywhere, fields of wildflowers on all sides.