10/09/2009

day 835


The old lady selling painted clay whistles in Hoi An. Thought she was selling candies the first time saw her, because the whistles were so bright and shiny looking :)

She always sits next to the Chinese All-Community Assembly Hall, where we loved to sit on its front stairs in the afternoon; watching people, having cold tea and delicious (and knowledgeably unhealthy) fried stuffs.

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