In the early warm hours of the day, the call-to-prayer wakes up the whole town. Once the so said prayers are over, the population of Stone Town occupy the labyrinth alleyways and carry on with their daily tasks: to sell, to buy, to sit chatting with the neighbours, to stand on the streets greeting tourists, to stand on the streets watching the world go by… A few times I wondered what these last ones were thinking. On one of my wandering hours, I noticed this old man was doing just that. Seated barefoot on