Tucked away in an alley of Police Bazaar is a small flower shop. No, not a quaint little flower shop in Italy a la Bread and Tulips, but a florescent-lit compartment filled with old, plastic paper flowers and foliage. I came back a second time to take this picture, and to purchase that bouquet of white flowers for the home.
I cannot say that artificial flowers are any better or worse than real flowers. But I will say that the person who sees beauty and receives it openly is truly blessed.
Music: the steeles – this little light of mine