With neither of us communicating in a common language we were lost. I only saw aggression and he obviously thought he was a victim of my camera. All I knew is that there was only one thing to do with a man advancing on you while crazily waving pots.
Next thing I knew I was running through the Kasbah with an enraged water carrier in full pursuit, his bright red outfit a perfect mesh for his flushed complexion, his golden pots glinting in the sun as he waved them overhead. And the words he shouted, well I didn't have to understand them, they were pretty much universal at least in tone and not something uttered in polite company.
No, there was no crash ending to this story. It's a much more rational conclusion as my husband came upon the bizarre scene and realized that maybe it was only a case of a missing business transaction. The water carrier only wanted money for the picture. That was it!
Sometimes the solution is much simpler then we think!