The tailors I chose is one where a friend of mine had been before to have a tablecloth made. It is a tiny little place down a side path (almost feels like an alley in a Harry Potter book). The downstairs room is smaller then my current bathroom. The men who sew are upstairs and you can hear the 'foot powered' machines working above. The place was packed with women from all over the world wanting to have garments made. Is the place a 'sweat shop'? I do not know. It is certainly an interesting question. But, it is air conditioned and it does not have a bad odor. Some of the men who sew sit around the door and do hand stitching while watching and chatting with the ladies as they come through. It all feels rather jovial. I can only hope that the men who work there are paid a fair wage.
Today's snap is an anemone I came across snorkeling last weekend. If you brush against them too roughly, they pull themselves down into their holes.
Peace.
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