Traffic traffic traffic
The other evening we decided to go as a family to dinner at a restaurant about five miles away. It took us about 45 minutes. Heather was at the straw-that-breaks-the-camel's-back point. She spends far more time in traffic than I do, and that traffic jam was the last straw. Two frequent journeys are ferrying Rachel and two classmates to pre-school and driving to Orchestra rehearsals. (I walk to work and am thus very blessed.)
So anyhow, back to this photo. If you look at the center, there's a salesman. He sells hand-made leather purses while walking between the lanes of the very slow-moving traffic. There are certain zones where sales-people sell specific things. Fruit is in one area, hand-made wire art is in another.