This is the place from where my mom got a wax offering of a boy and girl for me (Why? Guess.)

The wax shop, which sells candles of every conceivable size and colour.

And wax models of boys, girls, babies, body parts, organs . . . .

Then there are coconut shells and cradles made of handkerchiefs.

And little tin models of things, sold cheaper than their wax counterparts.

I think the whole exercise of buying so many candles and offerings is a waste.

The wares are expensive, and hungry beggars crowd the marketplace.

And really, it is the faith and devotion that matters more, right?