We were staying in B&B in the tiny town of Sirince, near Ephesus, and I decide to take a walk through what they called streets (and what I would call vaguely paved mountain goat paths) through the town. As I went around the corner, I happened upon this woman, with her weathered face and traditional clothing, selling her handmade wares. She agreed to let me take her picture next to her table, and when another visitor was nice enough to situate himself perfectly to look over her shoulder from afar, yet not collide with her image in the foreground.

We were staying in B&B in the tiny town of Sirince, near Ephesus, and I decide to take a walk through what they called streets (and what I would call vaguely paved mountain goat paths) through the town. As I went around the corner, I happened upon this woman, with her weathered face and traditional clothing, selling her handmade wares. She agreed to let me take her picture next to her table, and when another visitor was nice enough to situate himself perfectly to look over her shoulder from afar, yet not collide with her image in the foreground.