With a voice so sharp and strong it rings clearly down the street, 85-year-old Ibu Juheria sings out "kue kue," calling residents forth to buy homemade snacks from her basket.
She wears a lilac and white headscarf, a purple floral blouse and a deep green and black traditional skirt. She squats on the roadside to chat.
"They're all delicious. I send them to the USA, Taiwan, and Malaysia."
"Which is the most popular?"
"All of them!" she retorts, her eyes lost in the smiling folds of her face.
She makes over 70 of each delicacy a day and sells them all by sunset. "I sell over 300 pieces a day." The individual snacks cost Rp 1,500 each ($0.15).
She is accompanied by her middle-aged daughter, Jenna. Today they were caught in heavy rainfall. "We just sat in a shelter and waited for it to stop," Juheria says, giggling. "I'm strong, Alhamdulillah."
"I'll be here again tomorrow," Juheria says, gathering her baskets and standing up. Her toenails are as thick as horns. She shuffles off down the wet road, her voice clanging like a bell. "Kue kue."