Shot in Dalah, Myanmar.
After a short riding, my pedicab arrived at a local market. I thought I visited every local market in every city. It's fine. I could feel the local vigorous there.
Getting off the vehicle, I entered the scattered market. The market was covered by the roof and most of the passages were dim. In the meantime, I came to an open space.
Many baskets were placed on the edge of the passage. And all of them were filled with the eggs. The eggs were classified according to color. Because eggs spoiled rapidly, the local people could consume them a lot. Standing beside the baskets, I found a woman sitting among the baskets. She was the storekeeper. She smiled when she saw me holding my camera. The egg-like round patterns were printed on her shirt. I didn't know whether she made consistent with her article of sale.