"I like your style," I say when I catch her eye. She's been admiring Katie's butterfly sculptures, and she's clearly a bit of a butterfly, herself: red satin (or is it silk?) turban, black satin pajamas revealing a substantial amount of cleavage decorated with gold chains, covered all over by a modest red-trimmed black robe embroidered with flowers and vines and birds.
"Well, I like what you do, too," she says in an Australian accent, smiling over Katie's work.
After she's passed on through the market, a neighboring vendor steals up to us and asks, "Was she somebody famous?"
One year ago today: Speak Low
Two years ago today: The Evening Commute - Four (Fractured Ambient)
Three years ago today: Invisible Subways