The Kite Man

This man comes to the town square every Sunday and flies his tattered, old penguin kite.  He comes by himself and flies the kite for about an hour and then he leaves.  I would see him every time I came to the square.  He would emerge from the crowd out of nowhere and he would pick a spot. After an hour, he meandered back in to the crowd of people and disappeared from my sight.

The Tailor's Shop

 

 

 

A woman, in her fifties, sits at this stool all day and stoops over, awkwardly, to use her manual sewing machine.  She is the local tailor.  For fifty cents, she will cuff  your pants.  For a dime, she will sew  buttons on your blouse. 

 

On a good day, she makes about two dollars.  When it rains, she seeks shelter nearby, leaving all of her materials right there in the streets.  When it is cold, she just adds more layers of clothing. She works every day because when she does not work, she doesn't have money to feed her family.

 

Sometimes, her mother stops by and assists her as needed. Other times, the older woman just sits on that yellow chair and keeps her daughter company  It's a harsh life but she is grateful to have a skill.

The Old Bike