Shot in the city of Yangon, Myanmar.
The edge of the street was occupied by many stalls. And many local people walked in front of them. The street was bustling. Walking among the local people, I could feel as if I soaked in the local atmosphere. Although it was enough fun, I thought it was much more fun if I could speak in the local language. Because I couldn't Burmese, I had to communicate with local people by the body language.
Anyway, I watched the stalls one by one. Meanwhile, I came to a stall which the young man in this photo worked. When I stopped in front of him, he also noticed me. And he got shy when he saw me holding my camera. I thought he said something to me. Yet I couldn't understand what he said. The only thing I received from him was his grin of embarrassment.