Coming to the edge of the market, there was a small wooden bridge spanned over a sewage canal. And many laundries were hung on the bridge. Of course, the market was not a residential area. Nevertheless, I could feel a lived-in atmosphere when I saw the laundries. Looking around, I couldn't find any dwellings around here. So I wondered who washed them. Perhaps, there were some people living in a corner of this market.
Alternatively, I found a woman in the clearance of the drop curtain. A big bowl was placed in front of her. And she was just peeling the contents of the bowl. The amount of the contents was large in volume. So she didn't seem to prepare a meal. She was at work. And I thought she was not the person who washed the laundries. Looking at the scene, the mystery thickened.
March 5, 2019
SONY ALPHA 7R II
SONNAR T* FE 55MM F1.8 ZA