We had just spent three cold nights in the cloud forest on the rim of Ngorongoro Crater, about eighty miles west of Mount Kilimanjaro. Now we were heading to a warmer place, the southern desert of the Serengeti. On our way to a small airstrip near Lake Manyara, we passed through the Karatu District on market day. Our driver was happy to make a stop there; he needed a new pair of rubber sandals made from old tires. I was unable to capture the human vibrancy of this place in a single frame, but I have a few shots of record so I can recall the moment more vividly.