Joyce and me

From late November to late February every year there is a giant flea market in Dubai called Global Village.  A couple dozen countries bring their merchandise to peddle.  Last year I loved this Kenyan salesperson and the sandstone coasters and bowls she sold.  (None of that stuff is in the picture.)  I was happy to see her back again this year.

I found out her name is Joyce.  "That's a name I'll remember," I told her.  "It is my mother's name."  Either she's a really good salesperson or she was genuinely shocked to learn she shares a name with an American mother but she seemed to be touched.  Perhaps a bit of both.