primadonna among the onions 

Women in Baluchestan were almost invisible. The social occasions we attended were always strictly segregated. Baluchi society is a man's world through and through.

When we were at the market there were a bunch of old women sitting on the ground selling vegetables. Some of them were smoking hookah pipes. I started taking pictures and they quickly shooed me away. I was just starting to back away, smiling and apologising, when one of the women began to recite loud poetry - all the while gesturing dramatically with her arms. She was consciously putting on a show for us and I admired her for caring so little about what the other woment were bound to say about her afterwards.

After the final verse she struck a pose and I took a picture (badly overexposed)