Here’s the tanner, or at least the tanner pick-up service guy, making the rounds in my neighborhood. The morning after Eid el-Adha, I heard him calling “tanneur! tanneur!” from the street, and took this picture.
I wonder how he keeps track of each sheepskin. How does he manage to get them all back to the right family?
**update: see Comments for clarifications by my classmate Anass**