I don't on the whole take photos of people's faces in Morocco. It's not particularly respectful or polite and it is intrusive. Yesterday in Safi was a bit different. The charming gentleman with the bunch of lettuce greeted me, quite surprisingly and literally , the second I entered the medina, launching into lengthy introductions in rapid French and we became friends immediately. The second gentleman holding a beautiful platter ( that I bought) was Hachim, a designer and potter that we met in the ceramics cooperative. He is clearly talented and launches a new design line every month. The sweet lady, leaving the community baker , in pink, was actually an accidental photo. I was taking pictures of the alleyways and architecture in the sun glare. I was just clicking away and found her to my surprise on downloading and editing.