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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