THE MAN WHO SELLS JEWELRY
Tinerhir, Morocco 1997
We ate a meatball tagine in a closet-sized restaurant. Our knees practically touched the knees of the other patrons. They were Berber men clothed in djellabla and chech. Some, the older ones, wore a dagger hanging from a cord draped across their shoulder. As we left one of the men followed us out to the street where he invited us to his nearby home. He had silver jewelry to show us.