Wednesday, December 2, 2009

Vailankanni Marketplace again.

Their dark skins damp.
The fires always ablaze.
The oils bubbling in the blackened iron kadhais.
. . . Spitting stinging red spots , to keep you away.
The goodies, open, for fly, flea and human to see.
And feast.

Oh and most of these tiny eateries have No Smoking signs.
They obviously should, there's enough smoke around the place anyway!

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