A man with a mustache was sitting on the chair in front of a hut. He took off his footwears and relaxed there. And a cell phone was in his hand. His job seemed to be to sell lotteries. Because there were no customers when I met him, he had nothing to do.
Although I didn't know whether the business was payable, it seemed to be carefree. And I thought it was necessary to have a cell phone to kill time.
April 3, 2013
CANON EOS 1V
EF85MM F1.2L II USM