We were sitting in Madrid, waiting on a plane to Marrakech, when this guy with the best shave ever sat down across from me. For almost an hour I tried to figure out a way to capture his fabulous-ness without him knowing. It was tricky, because he kept staring right at us. Maybe it was due to my stir-crazy kids, who had already been on one plane, and were bored stiff by the long lay-over.
Finally I got lucky:
