Stall

This wonderful fruit stall vendor sold us some fruit but as we were leaving, she slipped two guavas into my hand as a gift, as a gesture of kindness. It was obvious we weren’t really natives. I really appreciate that about a lot of the people here. They are poor as dirt but they still have a heart to give, even if it means a little less for their take home money for the day.

And no, those are not Nazi symbols. They’re going the wrong way and they mean pretty much the opposite of what Germany stood for in that era.