These ladies of Riomaggiore chill by the train tracks, waiting for the train to take them to La Spezia to peddle their crates of table grapes (for eating, not winemaking).
I don’t carry anything on my head but a hat or sunglasses, and neither requires balance.
Not so for bananas. What if you have to sneeze? Or someone yells your name? Or you have a sudden urge to dab?
That’s just bananas. But not nearly as bananas as THIS.
I don’t get it.