I was going this way and that way through the market aisles I found in Bago. The aisles are all cluttered. The goods for sale are scattered all over the aisles, and fish are sold next to baskets of vegetables, so there is no sense of unity at all. It was as if each vendor had brought what they wanted to sell. It was almost like a flea market. The narrow aisles were made even narrower by the baskets and trays of goods. Shoppers were passing each other between the baskets and trays, avoiding each other.
Looking at the jumbled aisles, I could tell that when the vendors bring their goods to the market, it will be even more crowded than it is now. Not only people, but also large baskets and trays carrying goods would be moving right and left through the narrow aisles. It would be chaos. Fortunately or unfortunately, by the time I arrived here, the vendors had already brought in their goods. Only shoppers were coming and going in the narrow space, and the sellers were relaxed, setting up their stores at the end of the aisles. As I stood at the end of the aisle, idly watching the comings and goings of people, I noticed that the metal tray in front of me reflected the sunlight and sparkled.
|Aug 2019 IN THE CITY MYANMAR|
|BAGO FISH MARKET PASSAGE TRAY VEGETABLE|
August 20, 2019
November 10, 2023
SONY ALPHA 7R II
SONNAR T* FE 55MM F1.8 ZA