An elderly lady, marked by time, sits on the steps in front of her front door. Her face bears the stories of the years, but her eyes remain alert and awake. In front of the house, current events are pulsating: a craft market stretches along the street. The lady observes the hustle and bustle with quiet dignity, as if she senses the connection between the past and the present, how craftsmanship continues to evolve in the present day. Her gaze is a silent bridge between what was and what is happening now.