I walked along a narrow road that led from the back of the market and arrived at a residential area. It was just an ordinary residential area with low-rise houses. Strolling aimlessly through the streets like this, communicating with locals lazing on the side of the road through body language, is often more fun than I expected. On this occasion, however, I was more interested in the market, which could be found in any town, rather than the nondescript residential area. Let's go back to the Kanoman market where I had been wandering around earlier. In the battle between the ordinary and the mundane, the market was the winner this time. Traveling is a once-in-a-lifetime experience, so if you don't go when you feel like it, you may never have the chance to visit again. I may come back to Indonesia, but I don't know if I'll ever come back to Cirebon.
As I was heading back to the market, I saw a general store. The shutters were wide open and a little girl in a red dress was standing at the counter with several bags of instant coffee hanging down, and she was trying to buy something with a happy but serious look on her face. When you're buying something sweet with a little pocket money, you can't afford to fail. It was understandable that she would feel that way, so I headed back to the market.
January 26, 2021
SONY ALPHA 7R II
ZEISS BATIS 2/40 CF