The middle of a Stone Town day belongs to the shade. Everyone who can be sitting is sitting, out of a sun that makes the lanes into ovens, and that is the easiest time to photograph people because nobody is going anywhere fast.
The Maasai at the wall was the one I stayed with. You see them all over the coast now, a long way from the plains, working as guards and guides and beach sellers, still in the shuka and the beadwork. He leaned against the coral stone in the shade and let me take him, in colour for the red of the cloth and in mono for the man and the wall.
The candid men are the 135 from down the lane; the Maasai and the fruit cart closer in. ISO wherever the shade left it, up to 1600. The same person can carry a whole different meaning against a wall in Zanzibar than out on the grass near Natron, which is half of why I kept it.