‘Pssst, Wanna buy a fox fur?' is what I imagined the boy emerging from behind the row of fox pelts (at least, I think they are fox pelts) was asking the boy in blue striding down the street.
Today, I would be able to show the photo on the back of my DSLR to my tour guide and ask about the scene. Back when I took this photo I was shooting film and the moment was gone so I never got to confirm exactly what animal pelts were on display here.
I wonder if the pelts have a grading system, like diamonds. Do the white furs command a higher price or are the patterned ones more rare?
Suffice to say, the boy had a lot for sale.
I wonder what the three scratch-like marks are on the back of the boy in blue. I wonder what the other two boys were doing earlier in the day for their lower legs to be so dirty and where the one boy got the coat hanger from and what he's doing with it, hidden from my view by the paper.
