The spice seller


Pure concentration, firm hand, holding the breath, the spice seller was preparing for a day of sales. It was early morning and Marrakech was waking up. Most of the shops just opened up, such as the competitor in front. He was a bit late and at the beginning of purple pyramid when he caught my attention: he started yawning.

I could not resist and I started hiding myself at the end of his shop, just where the outdoor tent was finishing and I began to click.

Not much luck was granted to my secret plan. A women started screaming at me in Arabic and I started walking away like nothing happened. I did not turn, but I am sure I was staring at me too while I was doing my walk of shame.

Today, looking at this picture, I cannot avoid to think:

What if he sneezes!


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