We rode about 4 km out of town, then parked our camels while we had some tea with the Tuaregs from the local encampment. Between the first and second cup, they tried to sell us the stuff: silver pendants of the "Tuareg passport," little knives, agate rings. You see the same crap everywhere you go, and it's not especially well-made. However, one of them had an unusual necklace with a large black stone pendant, which I bought.