I met this beautiful old lady in Hoi An, Vietnam. A lovely city you should definitely go to if you love to have clothes designed and fitted just for you.
The smiling face of this lady seems to show all her life in a “wrinkle language”. I cannot say how old she is and I am sure she cannot tell either.
This photograph makes me think about my own lifelines… Which story are they going to tell? Will others write them or will I manage to write them myself?