Out of the Gate, part 1

In search of where the vendors who were selling sweets to the children through the bars of the iron fence were coming from, I went out of the gates of IGNCA Lawns and started following one of the men as he pushed his cart up the street.  A block away, we reached the corner of a wide, dusty road.

Sellers of ice cream, nuts, bracelets, and breads were lined all the way up...

and down the street.

Many of the young men called to me asking where I came from.  A young man selling ice cream with his father.  A couple of friends.  One young man offering tea, and another with a basket of crisps.

How many stories they must have!  If only there was time time to sit down over tea and listen...