On my way along my soi (road) yesterday I spotted this vendor who'd stopped for a snack just down from my apartment.
I'm particularly fond of the contents of this a rot khen, (push cart) because its contents speak to me in my previous life as a scultptor. Not only that, much of my work focused on the body, often the pregnant body, and I would've killed to have made some kind of installation with those bulbous baskets. Or to learn to make them.
The canopy behind the cart and customer hide a building site (makes it look like a big Christo) and that explains why the 'restaurants' have sprung up in the street here. Almost out of view on the right, behind the white van, is a table with food for purchase for the workers on the site.
The peddlers push the carts around the streets, and they sell anything and everything (not at the same time) and it's a mystery how the customers know when to expect the carts in their street. I suppose it's because so much life is lived outside here that the people just see him...