One of the perils of travel is dealing with the hawkers. There is the guy who approaches a person with a Nikon Digital SLR trying to sell him postcards of the monument he just photographed. I remember a boy in Damascus in 1967 hawking those little inlaid boxes for “Just one lousy American dollar.” We were on a boat taking the canal tour in Bangkok when suddenly a boy comes up out of the dirty water into the moving boat.
Egypt is probably the worst place for hawkers. One thing is for sure. If you ever take an item in your hand it will be difficult to get rid of it. You may say, “I don’t need that.” He say, “Why you no need this?”
I like this refreshing sign in a shop at Ephesus. No doubt here!