And here is another.
And the spice lady
And a man making gold jewelry.
I’m up at 6:30 Monday morning and immediately out on the water in a thin canoe with a single boatman. The paddle of choice on the backwaters is also very thin, no more than six inches wide at the bottom so it makes virtually no noise.
We glide past people brushing their teeth, washing pots and pans, bathing. As the morning opens, a few children come out for a swim before school. Women gather. We pass a weather-beaten sign that says “Beauty Salon.”