The Bailan Market was not crowded. Yet a reasonable number of shoppers were walking between the shops at leisure. Because this market was a local market, it had no occasion to be overcrowded. This was the first time I came here. Nevertheless, somehow or another, it brings back memories. Interestingly, the feeling was mysterious. This kind of market has never been in the neighborhood. I wondered why I felt that way.
Walking the street in the market, many local people passed by me. Although I walked with a camera, most people didn't care about it. As is to be expected, people noticed me when I held my gear. The same thing happened with the grandfather and his grandkid. When we passed each other, not only the grandfather but also his grandkid in his arms looked at me.
November 18, 2019
RICOH GR III