I was chatting to the curator when from inside the building I saw a sudden illumination and several shouts. Out came one of the group followed closely by sundry attendants who explained that the person involved had been taking photos. The curator immediately exploded with rage and demanded the camera and its contents.
My response was conciliatory and apologetic which soon became quite a lengthy period of rising irritation (from me as well as the curator), with the tourist who stood by protesting his innocence.
Eventually the curator backed down and very grudgingly allowed us to leave. In a stage whisper, as we walked across to our jeeps, I heard our tourist say “these stupid bloody Arabs !” to his travelling companion.