The craft gallery near Arusha is where a lot of the region's carving ends up, hung floor to ceiling and sorted by nothing in particular. You walk in for shade and leave with a memory card full of faces.
The blue mask was the one I photographed first and last. Up close you can see where the paint has gone thin on the cheeks, worn by whatever hands moved it from bench to wall to bench again. Next to it the tall carved face with its fibre beard, a panel of figures in low relief, and a round painted one loud enough to need its own orange wall.
I did not buy anything. It felt like enough to note that a whole craft can sit here between game drives, ignored by most of the people passing through on their way to see animals.
All four are on the 55. You can read the gallery's gloom in the EXIF: ISO 200 by the window for the blue mask, then 400 further in, then 12800 by the time I reached the round painted one on the dark orange wall at the back.