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@ Moon
2024-06-27 02:17:16Walking down the long hill from the Potala place, we arrived back at the waiting area for our bus. Of course this area was full of Tibetan locals - both as street vendors and as people watchers looking to catch a glimpse of foreign visitors. Most intriguing to me were the women selling Tibetan jewelry - with their unique, gypsy-merchant style of dress, striking facial features, and altitude-kissed red-brown complexions. As we were waiting to depart, they gather around outside the large open window on the side of the bus where I happened to be sitting - allowing me to snap a few pictures their hurried, harried, and vibrantly colored commercial frenzy.
A woman in purple with patterned, green, fingerless knit gloves calls my attention - I remember thinking that there was something very pretty about her - my attention now fully captured, I purchase one of the black and bone styled bracelets that she is holding up in her hand.
As the women shuffle around, changing places as they make sales, our lady in the electric blue brimmed sunhat takes center stages. Her stance and demeanor suggest that of a master saleswoman - on we young western tourists, she is able to apply the exact perfect balance of motherly insistence, foreign intrigue, and a borderless confidence that cuts across cultures, compelling many of us to walk away with one, or any number, of her items.