February 10, 2010

Quenching Weathered Hands

Quenching Weathered Hands

A railroad line runs right through the middle of Hanoi.  You could almost walk right over it and miss it.  It is such a part of city-life and little heed is payed to the proximity in which bikes are parked to it or buildings are built to it.  Its path through the city is little wider than a small alley.  The above picture captures a moment that is as ordinary as it is extraordinary. 

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