On my last day in Tunisia, I was driven from street shooting in Tunis by a sudden rainsquall, the only rain I saw during my two-week journey. I watched the rain lash the city through the window of my 15th story hotel room. As it ebbed, Tunisians began to walk the wet, textured streets and I photographed them from above. I counted at least seven in this image. The black and white conversion further abstracts their silhouetted shapes, making them symbolic figures awash amidst a sea of aging buildings, their rooftops bulging with satellite dishes.