Poster

There's a lot going on in this photo, including an offering of red soda, a blue tarp, and pink plastic twine.

So feast your eyes. The story behind the photo is this:

I was walking through the market around 5:30pm, raising my camera and taking shots, especially of pillars like this one, because I collect market pillars, when I heard a voice lifted in song.

She quickly caned her way toward me between the closed stalls, singing what sounded like a show tune. In English.

I was in front of the pillar that  you see, and it became quickly evident that she wanted me to stop photographing the market. Which was fine, but who was she to say that? The owner, she said (that being semi-plausible, since the owner might well check on the market after it closed).

My back was to a table, so it was hard to move. I took this photo (1/6) when she was actually striking me with her cane to make me go away.

And I did go away, rapidly and circuitously.

Was she really the owner? I have no idea. But it's certainly unusual for a Thai person to strike a foreigner. This was, after all, not a situation involving liquor, money, or ladies of negotiable affection.

Strange!