Abdjellih and the Musician

I have often wanted to take pictures of people - except I'm rather nervous of asking them.
Apparently, years ago there was a camera that was angled somehow - but that would be a little like spying and therefore not a good idea.



Anyway, Abdjellih, who lives a little further down derb Djedid was happy to have his photo taken.
Today I will print out copies for him.
We first met him two years ago.
Like the Ancient Mariner, 'he stoppeth one in three'. Actually, in his case, pretty much everyone.
He sits on his front step and jumps up and greets you warmly. "Howareyou?Howareyou". In English.
Much shaking of hands. Much greeting in French, English and Arabic.
Last year, just after Eid el Kabir, he invited us in to meet his mother who was working in the kitchen on their slaughtered ram.



He used to be clean-shaven and wear jeans. Now he has a full beard and wears a djellahbah.
He has a brother who might be his twin.



Yesterday afternoon, when I was out buying Rheumix, a cold remedy, for Robert (how can you have a cold in May in Marrakech?), two musicians arrived outside our door.
They were playing the flute and the local children were singing.



I gave them both a small tip, but only the flautist wanted his photo taken.