As of late I've noticed a woman seated on a low wall half a block away from the colosseum who sells these handmade animal figures that are made of palm tree leaves. So far her orgami-like collection consists of frogs, scorpions, birds, and turtles.
I'm not sure how many times I walked past her until I made the decision to stop. I chose a bird. A small crowd materialized at the moment of this transaction.
During the walk to the line B metro, people kept looking at the clear plastic bag as if I were walking past with a bag of gold fish.