It was a rainy morning, so I decided to take shelter in one of the local markets, which sprawls over four streets and an inner yard. I was just looking around surrounded by small women, dead chicken and not-so-dead crabs tied with strings, taking a picture here and there, and suddenly this woman, very picturable with her wide face on a background of broken blue painted wood, captured my attention. She was selling some kind of sweets made of rice, something like that, and all the while she was lively talking to some buyer or friend. So I crouched just in front of her, fullly in her view, no more than 4 or 5 meters away, and started to take pictures. And, unlike what kept happening during the whole trip, these two women just ignored me (I cannot believe they didn't see me) and kept talking and laughing just as if I was not there. I was more than pleased, of course, and I shot and shot and shot. Only later, when I saw the pictures I had taken, I realized how in most of my shots there was this longing in her eyes, this strange combination of resignation and hope. At least that's what I see. All that, the situation and the result, coupled with the missing earrings (notice the empty holes) turn these into two of my favorite photos from the whole trip.