I saw a barber standing in the doorway of his shop holding a huge pair of scissors. I really wanted to take his photo, but when my cousin asked about it the man refused. The man redponded in arabic “what am I, an animal in the zoo?” An understandable reaction, given the context of the interaction. My cousin explained that I was his family and my father was from Morocco- I wasn’t just a stranger he had met. He said I could take some photos of his shop, but not of him. When I got back to the riad and downloaded the memory card, I noticed hia reflection was in some of the photos anyways.