This is a photo of one of our favorite people. He is the owner of a very useful grocery store on derb Dabachi. Here you can buy such staples as Flotta ( a bright green dishwashing detergent which you have to use an awful lot of) , Crunchips (pototo chips/crisps) and rice of various varieties. He likes to help us with our Arabic and intersperses every puchase with "Bismillah'. Since quite a lot of his stock is stored high up, he spends a great deal of time on a ladder.
If either Robert or I go in on our own, he is certain to inquire about the other one.
I really wanted to take a picture of the man in the middle of these three walking down derb Dabachi. He was so dapper and chic with a white hat and matching white shoes.
This perfectly awful picture is really meant to be of the man with his woolly hat and crate full of doomed chickens being pulled through the square by the patient donkey.
When I asked the man lurking in the back of the barber's shop if I could take a photo - since the light was falling do wonderfully on the old red seats - he said "Three Euro". This seems a bit steep - about $4.50 - for a glimpse of picturesque decay. So I gave him 10 dihram, about one euro, which was much too much. If you enlarge the picture it is rather fascinating.
People sitting round not doing very much opposite the mellah market.
Inside the market a man walks to get more supplies off the truck in the street. Note watermelons on the right.
