The man on the wayside in Yangon, sitting at a table equipped with a sewing machine

Man wearing tank top and sewing machine on table — Tailor in Yangon

I was approaching the hotel where I was staying. The only thing left to do in Yangon was to check out of the hotel, pack my bags, and head to the airport. As I was heading toward the hotel entrance, I met eyes with a man. The man was sitting at a table set out by the sidewalk. The table was equipped with an old-fashioned sewing machine. The man was a tailor on a street corner in Yangon, waiting for customers to come to his small store.

During my stay in Yangon, I passed by his store every day. His store was right next to my hotel. I noticed his shop right next to my hotel, so I was naturally aware of his existence and was curious about him every time I passed by, but he always looked busy. He seemed to be a reputable craftsman and was always busy with his work. Because of this situation, it was the first time on our last day in Yangon that I saw the man looking bored.

When I pointed my camera at him, the man returned my calm gaze. Looking at his face, I realized that the end of my trip was almost here.

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