This is a woman making and selling lace on the street in Omodos. She had some crocheted pieces, but also made lace with just a needle, which I'd never seen before.
I bought a small piece of lace and now I can't find it. I suspect that it dissolved.
I am a native in this world And think in it as a native thinks
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