a fruit vendor parks the 'shop' in front of us while eating fried rice [our table is on the sidewalk] and is very curious seeing me taking photos of the fried rice. he wants me to take photos of his fruits, then gives me one gold kiwi to taste. i want to ask if they're 'gold kiwis from new zealand' but he thinks i want to try one.
mobile noodle/flat bread shop
shoulder pole water chestnuts. everything is peeled/chopped/cut/sliced using a chinese cleaver. a terrifying tool, i do have one at home.
cute little clay bowls. oh boy, i can't seem to stop eating!
