Guitar lessons and meat

Not really congruous themes, I realize, but what the heck. I think they happened on the same day, at least. The American friends of ours (Tyler and Katrina) offered to give Jorie some guitar lessons in return for watching their little girl once in a while. Here is Jorie, obviously stoked, on her way to her first guitar lesson.  


















Later that day, on the way through the market, Amy happened to be driving behind one of the meat trucks. Here she captured, out of the drivers side window, some decent-sized slabs of meat on their way to one of the stalls to be hung up and sold.


















Even better, here is the driver, who hopped out of the truck to throw the slab of beef over his shoulder to carry in to the stall (zoom in for a good shot of fresh beef carcass). We often wonder, but never really ask, what kind of follow-up hygienic measures are utilized? For example, does he wash his hands or his coat, or at least brush them off? Or do raw beef particles just kind of build up on his clothes (and, it looks like here, the side of his face and ear)? We may never know...