Growing in the middle of an arid landscape or at the foot of a desert hill, the longed-for oasis can be recognised from afar by the tufted silhouettes of its date palms.
If it is not a mirage, a bad joke played by a rather too playful nature, it becomes a haven of peace and a source of refreshment. These tranquil spots concentrate, within a few hundred metres, cultivated plots, fruit trees and a stretch of water that floats in the midst of the invasive land.
In the past, these little corners of paradise were major stages for the caravans travelling along the imaginary trans-Saharan trade route. Still today, these oases scattered at random in the sand dunes are like little islands where you are happy to drop anchor.