Dan Jackson/Manifest Photography -Haggadah Project

I awoke at 7:30AM with a stomache ache. I wonder if it was the undercooked chicken from last night. Better make sure I stay well hydrated. Went down to the Regency Hotel restaurant for breakfast. Saw the Jamairican woman and sat and chatted over breakfast which was quite awful. She said goodbye and left on one of her adventures. Had time to kill so I ordered a Turkish Coffee.

A man sitting with his wife at the table next to mine saw me sitting alone looking over my shot list and invited me to join them. We sat and chatted over our coffees. He was fashionably dressed and wore a nice watch and an eager friendly smile. He spoke English pretty well and French as well as Arabic. He was an Engineer who worked for an airline in quality control or something to that effect. She sat in silence, nodding and smiling from behind her niqab. She did speak a few words of English but I got the impression she wasn’t able to follow much of the conversation. When they got up to leave he shook my hand. I looked at her with a smile not sure what would be appropriate. I waited for her to make the first move. Out popped her hand from beneath her abaya and I shook it tentatively and kind of lowered my head to avoid eye contact. I don’t know why I nodded, it was an automatic reaction. It wasn’t out of reverence but, I think, a vague attempt to reciprocate modesty.