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This work recalls a journey to Tunisia in 1882. Along a shady, cool lane between high white walls, a herd of camels are approaching us, raising dust and thus obscuring the animals to the rear. A rider on an ass, making slow progress and having to move aside, is casting a long shadow on the wall. The distinctive movement of camels is precisely captured in economical browns. The sun is gilding a white tower, and the sky is yellowish green.
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