It must be hard. Sitting all the time on the street, waiting. In the time I was sitting there taking photos, not only of this but also of others, I hadn't seen anyone look at, let alone stop and buy what was on the ground. Perhaps because there are so many of them. They weren't the only one in this block.

While she was standing, then sitting again and more looking around, he seemed to be absorbed by the newspaper. While occasianally listening to what she was saying.