Despite the constant clatter of buses, the city itself felt surprisingly calm. People spoke softly, moved without urgency and tended to their businesses with a quiet ease. Charming storefronts and welcoming locals competed gently for my attention. It was the colours that captivated me most. Among the street vendors, sky blues, soft pinks and rich greens formed an ever-shifting palette that I was determined to capture. Conversations came easily. I spoke with as many locals as I could, curious about their work and the trades that sustain the city.
One dried fish seller, brimming with charisma, enthusiastically explained the supply chain behind the towering stock piled floor-to-ceiling behind him, along with the best ways to prepare it. When he finished, he posed proudly with a prized fillet, urging me to keep photographing. The warmth shown by locals as I moved from street to street made exploring the city effortless and encouraged me to wander into any neighbourhood that caught my eye.