There’s nothing quite as refreshing as a glass of sugar cane juice after a serious round of shopping under South India’s unrelenting sun on market day. This man has a small stall off the main road. When I pulled out my camera, his smiled widened, always a relief. Though we shared no common language, there was an immediate rapport.
Even for an inexpensive glass of sugar cane juice, there is a lot of competition. As with any business in the world, it’s all about location. Just being one stall in from the corner is a detriment.
Even the primitive machine that produces the sweet juice is photogenic and green.
They have been nothing but obliging and congenially to me, allowing my intrusive lens into their lives. I enjoy a glass of their juice and leave them, refreshed and smiling too.