Three things that caught my eye on the walk between our hotel and Siam Square on the one Bangkok day I did bother to stop for photos.
Components of a street stall. Some assembly required.
Check out what I think is the only anti-Singapore graffiti I’ve ever seen in my life. [Backstory]
You’re A Shopfront, Charlie Brown!
In a small Siam Square boutique selling office wear, I noticed that the friendly sales assistant serving me had a prominent Adam’s apple, low husky voice, and gargantuan feet spilling out of her strappy heels.
I picked out a top I wanted to try on. “This one, got my size?”
She approached me with a tape measure, encircled my shoulder blades with it dramatically, and measured my bust. “Okay,” she nodded.
I picked out a skirt I wanted to try on. “This one, also got my size?”
She approached me with a tape measure, encircled my butt with it dramatically, and measured my hips. “OOOOO!” she giggled, covering her mouth as her mascara’d eyelashes fluttered in alternate shock and glee.
“Sorry ma’am, this one don’t have large size.”