The night market

At night, a truck full of what looks like cabbages parks across the street from my window. A light is strung across the top, allowing workers to see and do their work.

Two workers stand on the back, strip the cabbage from their outside leaves, and drop it in a huge basket. Other workers make sure to take the leaves away.

They have a whole truckload to empty that way. Piles and piles of baskets await them.

And yes, between the jetlag, the noise, the lights, I have wonky sleep patterns.