Hennaed Hands

Her hands and feet were exquisitely hennaed. I never did find out her name. I was hoping to ask for a close-up and perhaps a portrait too but she was on the phone for longer than I was able to wait. Despite stalking her as she wandered around Market Square with the phone to her ear, giving me the opportunity to steal a number of candid shots, she seemed totally oblivious to my presence.

It was back to square one at work again today ... but I feel no need to go into that.