I find the absence of women in public disconcerting. I am stared at by the men on early morning walks not so much for my clothing, which is conservative, but because I am often the only woman on the street. When my husband and I go to the Saturday morning market, I am the only woman present. Lots of women's clothes are for sale. There is also a delightful mix of old and new things to browse.
Young boys hold up chickens and ducks by the feet.
Nearby stands offer audiocassettes. Intricate traditional crocheted gold wedding vests are next to designer knock-off jeans. It is a peaceful scene. It is yet another contrast here. All Rights Reserved.