In the course of the dozens of hustlers one encounters in a Boltzmann distribution of eye contacts and acknowledgments, we wound up on our last afternoon in Agadez (after the eclipse expedition) walking with one of the guides who remembered us from the Hausa Baker's house tour we had when we arrived first into the town. He took us, in the informal manner of guides (you never know the precise moment when they are becoming paid travel agents — is it like that at Fisherman's Wharf, too? I wouldn't know, would I?), to a cafe called, perhaps not accurately, "Gourmet", next to the Hotel de l'Aïr. And next to that was a Fulani-Wdaabe trinket shop. This is a man in the shop.