man sitting on gray bench in front of blue shutter door

People of mountains have something special and beautiful about them. This old man was sitting in afternoon closed bazaar waiting for a moment of quiet. Only makes me think the kind of experiences, memories you get that with age – watching a village grow from distant small huts on mountain tops to constructed houses and now to fancy cafes that us outsiders visit to find peace. While I dream of settling down in a village like that – did he always dreamed of moving out to an urban jungle that we find strangling?