I snapped this in Marrakesh; our guide pointed to the small crowd in a nonchalant way at the same time trying to be informative as a zookeeper is informative about the mating rituals of monkeys. It was his tone, the undertone if you will, describing this thing that women do – henna. These women were in line mind you; their henna hand art was for sale. I wanted desperately to let the rest of the group go on while I got mine done, but this would have been gender-line crossing heresy. Our guide would have never understood my desire to do this womanly thing. It would have been embarrassing (not to me…).