The other day I decided that it had been a long time since I took my camera for a stroll in Kathmandu. I wanted to get some new photos – not of the sites, but of the people of this city. There is no better place to do that than at a market – in this case, Kathmandu’s sprawling labyrinth of shops, with different sections selling goods as varied as grapes, tailored suits, spices, brass plates, puppets, brooms and more. I took a few photos of a woman sitting by a variety of red, yellow and green chili peppers before I noticed her hand resting at ease on the bag of red chilis. Her hand was weathered, and she looked like she had spent years at this spot of the city. After snapping a few photos, I asked her which chilis I should buy. “They’re too spicy for you,” she said laughing.