The Seller

Some exhibitors at the Frühlingsfest fleamarket had tables bending under the weight of their offerings; others seemed to have brought along only a handful of random items from home. This exhibitor was one of the latter. As well as having little to sell, his stall was also on the edge of the market with much less passing traffic. His expression was stiking in its own right, but all the more so since it seemed so out of keeping with his cheery hat.