This guy, battered by the sun on the tourist-rich banks of mega-cruise central Nassau, hawks his wares. Plucked from the sea, the man sells sea stars and conchs and what appears to be a basket of fruits. Keep on keeping on Nassau conch salesman.
Shells from the sea
The big boat looms large as the big boy's wares glisten in the Bahamanian sun
You live your whole life as a conch, and this is where it leads you - your shell a poorly painted artifact from some schlep's vacation
The conch man, until we meet again