At the Perfume Pagoda there were hundreds of stands, selling things to eat and to offer to the monks. These teenagers are selling sweets. I think there may have been a dozen stands selling exactly the same product, and at every one of them stood an energetic (and noisy) band of teenage salespeople.
In markets, everything is out in the open, though this woman seems to be creating a private space of her own while she has her lunch.
This woman is making rice noodles. She takes thin sheets of dough and runs it through a pasta machine.
This woman probably got up before dawn and laboriously brought her produce to the market.
It was a pleasure to see the vegetables displayed so neatly, with clear pride.
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