Thursday, September 29, 2011

#91 The Travelling Man

First I saw the little guitar so I asked what it was called. I thought it was a ukulele but he called it something else. 

He was a joyful character making plenty of jokes. We seemed to invade the space of local trader who kept moaning at us for taking his space even though all we were doing was standing on a pavement next to his stand. We laughed it off. 'See you in the wind', he said as he walked off.

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