It's just a perfect image to accompany the title story of A Weekend in Bandung:
At last daylight broke. The sun climbed and heat enveloped the world. Through sunlit streets Alan and Ratih went in search of a restaurant. At the lowest levels of the sunlight were the vendors of fruits, vegetables, scrap metal, old and new clothes, and junk. Pedicab drivers and all sorts of people sat, stood, or crouched against buildings and away from them. Not far from the hotel, on the other side of the intersection, they found a Chinese restaurant. They went in and sat down near the window. Alan looked at the hundreds of people trying to sell their wares, some buying, always in motion, yet seemingly standing still. Traffic moved in all directions under the constantly and predictably changing traffic lights. A man with a kind, round face sold a yellow blouse to a small woman with oily blue hair after much gesturing and moving of lips. He turned excitedly to his neighbor, who was selling old shoes, and showed him the money he had just made.Here's another of Bandung by Matt Koenig:
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