IN THE CITY (13/71) - Photo with Essay

It Was Raining Heavily Outside As I Was Wandering Around The Market

The Man Was Standing By The Waterside Of Ye Le Pagoda, Praying

The Colorful Parasols At Da Nyin Gone Station Had A Color Scheme Reminiscent Of Beach Parasols

Eggplant And Cabbage Were Sold On The Platform

The Woman Sitting By The Tracks Was Selling Betel Leaves

Only The Boy By The Wall Noticed Me And Gave Me A Quizzical Look

Much Of What Was Sold At The Da Nyin Gone Market Was Vegetables

The Wagon Full Of Bananas Was Moving Along The Muddy Road Of Da Nyin Gone Market

Laundry Was Drying On A Small Bridge Over The Entrance To The Market, Full Of The Smell Of Life

The Aisles In The Da Nyin Gone Market Are Unpaved And Bumpy

The Tracks Were Occupied By Peddlers And Baskets

The Platform Was Filled With Vegetable Vendors

The Da Nyin Gone Station Premises Looked Like A Marketplace

The Woman Dressed In A Bright Red Longyi Stood On The Railroad Tracks

The Door Of The First Car Was Open, And The Tracks Stretched Straight Out The Other Side

The Modest Greengrocery Store, Like A Food Stall, Was Open For Business In Front Of Insane Station

At Insein Station, Platform Numbers Were Represented By Burmese Numerals

Passengers Leaned Over To Look At The Plastic Bags Scattered Along The Side Of The Tracks

The Food Stall On The Platform Was Crowded

The Bicycle Cab Has A Sidecar-like Device Attached To The Side Of The Body

The Skewers Were Arranged Around The Pot, And All That Remained Was To Wait For The All-important Guests To Arrive

The Name Of The Street, Maha Bandula, Comes From A Real-life Person Who Was The Supreme Commander Of The Royal Burmese Army

Although There Are Still Many Majestic Buildings From The British Era In The Downtown Area, The Custom Of Playing Cricket Apparently Never Took Root

Small Fishing Boats Were Floating Here And There On The Yangon River

The Boys, Carrying Styrofoam Chunks In Place Of Floats, Were Like Ninjas Sneaking Up On The Fishing Boats

When I Got In, I Never Dreamed That I'd Have To Get Out Of A Pedicab To Get Out Of A Bike Cab And Get Into A Dispute Over The Fare

It Seems Strange Now, But Myanmar Was Once Part Of The British Indian Empire

Sule Pagoda, A Major Tourist Attraction, Is Built On An Island In The Middle Of The Roundabout

It Was Lunch Time And The Women Were Having Lunch At A Food Stall In A Friendly Atmosphere

Many People In Myanmar Carry Things On Their Heads Like This Woman

One Broken Bone Of The Bright Purple Umbrella Must Be A Charm

The Vegetables On The Stall Table Looked Like Nanohana, With Small Flowers On The Tips Of The Long Stems

Myanmar People Also Eat Pig's Face Skin, Just Like Okinawans

It Was Still Mid-morning, But The Carman Was Lying On Top Of His Vehicle, Sleeping

I Thought Myanmar Citizens Were Bookworms, But In Fact They Much Prefer Videos And Other Content To Books

At The End Of The Street Lined With Fruit Vendors, Sule Pagoda Shines In The Night Sky

Shibuya Is A Town Built On A Valley, And The Valley Floor Is Just Where JR Shibuya Station Is Located

There Is No Hint Of Urban Squalor In The Silent Corridors, So Much So That One Might Be Under The Illusion That Stormtroopers Could Appear From Anywhere

Nowadays, Few People Would Think Of Mukojima As A Downtown Area

Few People Look At Taro Okamoto's Murals, But Many Look At Shibuya's Scramble Crossing