The main street of Tozeur, Avenue Habib Bourguiba, is devoted almost entirely to providing tourists with stuff they don’t need but can’t live without. I was the first tourist to arrive on this day, and photographed the sales people as they arrived and greeted each other. I juxtapose a man arriving by motorbike, and a trio of salesmen exchanging morning greetings. The first light splashes the street with gold, and highlights the thumbs of the greeters. Selling is a fraternity – and the members, while competitors, generally respect each other.