Mornings at My Place

I’ve been up since 6am. A combination of jet lag and all the noise, noise, noise! It started with the church bells right at 6. Then the beautiful singing from the temple down the street. They’ve been at it all day so far. The kids have their own songs and dances at various times. Then the street sellers . . . not sure what you call them, but they come down the street chanting about their wares and calling out for prospective buyers. You can just walk out your door to buy flour or fresh veggies!! The birds call out for their mates – woo-OO, woo-OO. And the cars sing too: honk, honk, honk.

This guy walks down the street and sings about his vegetables: