The Colours of Marrakesh

I am loving wondering around the shops in the medina, getting lost in the little alley ways, the sounds, the sights , the smells.
No big camera with me here. They do not want to be photographed.
I slip my little Sony Cyber Shot from my pocket and snap at the objects along the way. No body seems to mind.
I see a wall of postcards and yearn to photograph the eyes staring at me.
I am haunted by am image that I saw at a museum of a woman taken many years ago.
Now she is looking at my camera, caught on a wall, as she watches the tourists walk by.