The local post office

I mentioned that much of my suburb seems to be under construction. Oddly, in the last two days, a makeshift vegetable shop has sprung up on the footpath outside the local post office. Suddenly the whole walk there is covered with sagging cardboard boxes full of cheap onions and eggplants and so on, the prices written on the boxes in black marker. I don't know why the post office is suddenly host to this local 'market'.

You know, a lot of this city seems so high-tech and clean and modernised; occasionally it can just feel like any city, but little things like that really bring home to me that I'm living in Asia. I know that sounds strange, but...