Wandering around an street in a old Chinese town is like walking through someone’s front yard. All the doors are right on the main path, most not locked or just left open because everyone knows everyone and watches out for each other. People sit outside next to the path, dry peppers or rice on the hot paving stones worn down by a few centuries of use, children run from house to house laughing and screaming as children do, or an old lady talks to her lazy and uninterested cat as a slight breeze blows through the alley way. People around will strike up a conversation with you not because they are suspicious (usually) but because they are hospitable and are always curious about outsiders who come into their town. A lot of people talked to me in this small stretch of walkway, but as soon as they were done everyone would go back into their cool houses.
Yashica GSN, 45mm f1.7 Yashinon lens, Ilford XP2 shot at 320.