A girl was walking up to me, when I just took a look at some traditional handbags made of cloth at the corner inside the market. I checked the bags for just a mere interest, say, killing time at the time, not actually looking for the souvenir in here, and I knew I would not buy it. And she knew it, too.
The girl was actually selling a fan, which might be a traditional handicraft, the small bamboo fan, so, she kept creatng airflow to me with it. She said something in Myanmar language, sometimes in English. Maybe, she said the price of the fan, two for some US dollars.
At the time, the elder selling a small spinning top, which was made of plastic, not traditional, was coming to me, and also telling me some price of it in English. Two or three for some US dollars. Around me, there seemed to be a fierce competition between them, sadly.
I'm just still wondering if I should take the fan or top at the time, but don't know for what.
At the market, Yangon.
I walked around Yangon city on the hottest day in a year. Looking for the particular, no, not really, not for anything at the time, as always.
Just near the famous, huge souvenir market, there was a modern, western-style cafe in the city, yes, it's just like a Starbucks. I found its name was "Bar Boom", since the store's original mug put the black label on it, and it said "Bar Boon, Dutch-Deli". So, it came from dutch capital, maybe.
Sipping coffee from the mug at the cafe, looking outside, I found people in Yangon city seems to be busy, going somewhere to work, or to buy groceries at the local market or small stalls around near here.A mother with a baby was just standing near the cafe-entrance, and seemed to keep asking for something to the people leaving from there.
On the other, many Yangon people played with their smart phones, of which the cheapest SIM card are sold at 1500 kyat, in short, just 1USD and 50 cent at the moment. The man at the stall showed various SIMs at the stall with a big parasol, along with Androids' phones, some of which had a cracks on the surfaces.
Another day, I took a car at 4:30 in the morning, seeing few cars running, and stopped at an intersection with red traffic light. A girl of 5 or 6-year-old walked up to my car, and showed flowers in her hands.
Yangon city, Myanmar
