“Michel Vieuchange, in 1930, disguised as a woman, died to have wanted to take a photograph of the ruined walls of Smara.”

the photographs are of Michel Vieuchange

I saw your two kasbas and your mosque in ruins. I saw you very whole posed on your base, vis-a-vis the desert, deserted, in silence, under the burning sun. I saw your desiccated palm trees now with half. You are well the work of a man, of My el Aïnin at the top of his power… As if he had wanted to astonish the nomads as by a miraculous thing, he establishes you on a pedestal vis-a-vis the setting one, cash on that to give them an idea of your size: he only in stones, extremely between the walls of solid apparatus of your kasbas, known prone around under the fabric of the guitounes. It gave a mosque to these men who wandering in the Sahara had so far requested only in the wind of the morning and the evening, being prosternant randomly of their road, on the rock or sand. And these men not having never seen a city had to see to brick up with amazement these walls, these kasbas, these cupolas "