Berbers. Mellah, Tetouan, Morocco. August 2003
If Fate throws a knife at you there are two ways of catching it: by the blade and by the handle.
Berber Saying
Of course I’d known all about Berber… that close cropped, pile free carpet that was all the rage during the 80s renovation boom. These guys, though, sipping their mint tea in the hot August sunshine, watching the goings on in the ancient Medina of Tetouan – these guys were the real thing.
They offered me tea, I politely declined. This is one knife that I did not catch by the handle. Instead, I took their picture.