His real name is unknown to me, but his family owns a rug store which was on the route we had to take each day from our hotel to anyplace. His cousin told us everyone thought he looked like George Clooney, so we called him George. He was unrelenting in trying to get us into the shop to look at rugs. His banter would start while we were still half a block away. "Why don't you come see my rugs. We have very nice rugs. We can make a special price for you." One day he asked "Where are you going today?" I told him we were headed to the Spice Market. "Why?" he asked. "I hear they have fine rugs around there," I said. He flashed his big smile, and continued his entreaties, "Come have some tea with me."