The Prophet

I never bothered to ask this man for his photograph. I saw him at an airport in Spain, sat down near him and just took it. He was dressed in a long white robe with a rope belt, and wore sandals. I wasn't close enough to determine his language, but his traveling partner, whose face was not nearly as interesting, was similarly dressed. They boarded the same plane to Berlin and, although we were too far away to discover the details, they apparently were acting rather obnoxiously.

Men of the cloth? Or just two weirdos.