At the Gateway of India in Mumbai simply watching who were the small vendors here. There was the man who sold you a picture of yourself in front of the famous Gateway of India, as soon as you ordered one. 
The old man looking out for customers who wanted to buy bird feed, for the pigeons. 
The ever-so-happy-go-lucky man selling warm, roasted peanuts that have always been nicer bought at the street corner than when bought in a packet at a supermarket.
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