As we turn the corner of Shankhari Bazar are eyes are filled with an explosion of colour, Fresh fruit, old painted walls and gates and peeling religious posters.
I am excited, this is my kind of street tableau.
The fruit seller continues to read his morning newspaper and hardly noticing me as I squat in front of his stall.
You can see that trade has been good this morning, the oranges are almost sold from one dish and he has earned enough thaka to buy his own newspaper. Often people share the newspaper which is pasted along a wall for all to read each morning. I'll show you next as we continue walking along.