The narrow street was busy. Many bicycles, pedestrians and others were moving on it. Nevertheless, a cycle rickshaw on which a passenger was sitting on its seat was running like the wind. It was pushing its way. I wondered where it was heading for in such a rush.
This town was not so big and the atmosphere was tranquil. If it moved at an unchanged rate, it could reach at the city limit at once. Yet someone thought time was money.
May 17, 2013
CANON EOS 1V
EF85MM F1.2L II USM