As my wife and I wandered through the labyrinthine streets that make up the casbah of Tangier, we came across a bustling local market. A singular figure caught my attention. Tucked away in the shadow of an alcove stood a man overlooking the chaotic comings and goings of the traders and their customers. It was his expression of deep vigilance that caught my eye. He had obviously been part of this landscape for many years. I captured this moment with a snap of my camera. Back in my studio, the memory of this man's gaze beckoned me. This was not just a man in a doorway but a sentinel of Tangier's soul.