Walking down the long hill from the Potala place, we arrived back at the waiting area for our bus. Of course this area was full of Tibetan locals - both as street vendors and as people watchers looking to catch a glimpse of foreign visitors. Most intriguing to me were the women selling Tibetan jewelry - with their unique, gypsy-merchant style of dress, striking facial features, and altitude-kissed red-brown complexions. As we were waiting to depart, they gather around outside the large open window on the side of the bus where I happened to be sitting - allowing me to snap a few pictures their hurried, harried, and vibrantly colored commercial frenzy.

A woman in purple with patterned, green, fingerless knit gloves calls my attention - I remember thinking that there was something very pretty about her - my attention now fully captured, I purchase one of the black and bone styled bracelets that she is holding up in her hand.
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As the women shuffle around, changing places as they make sales, our lady in the electric blue brimmed sunhat takes center stages. Her stance and demeanor suggest that of a master saleswoman - on we young western tourists, she is able to apply the exact perfect balance of motherly insistence, foreign intrigue, and a borderless confidence that cuts across cultures, compelling many of us to walk away with one, or any number, of her items.
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