Udaipur, in Rajasthan, is a real gem of a city. A few street views taken earlier this year. Or: what you might see on the way to the market…
I was shooting the young lady in the background, and i couldn’t resist catching the moto-photobomber in the frame.
Telltale Rajasthani architecture and contemporary Indian infrastructure: the scaffolding is made of bamboo…
Layered torn posters on a weathered though whitewashed wall create a sort of collage dedicated to indian folk culture.
Peering out from a niche in a wall, a rather large foil-covered Ganesh stares at you with uncomfortably realistic eyes.
Market can’t be too far: the lady is carrying groceries…
Got milk? Yup: about five gallons on each side of my motorcycle.
More from rajasthan in the coming posts. Hope you enjoyed.
Shirdi, in India, is famous for housing a large temple complex dedicated to holy man Sai Baba. Temples are not our thing. And dead holy men really do not attract this photographer. Who therefore – and predictably – took to the streets. The very ho-hum streets of Shirdi.
Please imagine a creative caption here.
Shirdi is a magnet for religious pilgrims from all over India. Most of the shops are cheap eateries or, as here, souvenir stalls.
You can’t enter the temple complex with your mobile telephone – or with a coconut, for some reason. So you just head to the local “Mobile Locker” who will hold it for a small fee.
In fact, if you don’t much care for temple complexes or holy people, best thing to do in Shirdi is buy a bus ticket and continue along. The man on the right took about five minutes to fill out the forms at this outdoor “travel agency”. In that brief time span, the man on the left spat at least seventy times.
And travelling, in India, is always a rewarding experience…
Hope you enjoyed this set. Thanks for being here,
If you are leaving Hampi, and you enjoy traveling with regular Indian folk rather than on buses catering only to tourists, chances are you’ll be catching your ride out of Hospet. So, once there, why not look around? Sadly, there’s really not much going on in Hospet.
Which has never kept us from poking our lenses onto other people’s lives.
There is at least one tailor, in Hospet. He may not have a proper shop to work in, but he has plenty of paper people pasted to the walls to keep him good company.
Why do i hear people laughing as i talk on my cellphone…?
Traditional modes of transport proudly betray an unhurried style of life.
What? Let the settled dust rest? Never! Back into the atmosphere you go…
Hospet is so dull, in fact, that one of the highlights is the bus station itself.
The Indian affection for the human figure can sometimes provide some interesting juxtapositions.
And, as anywhere else in India, you either keep your camera hidden, or you risk having to oblige many a request for “one photo, sir!”
It’s been a long time. So long since these pictures were taken, that it almost feels as if i’m posting someone else’s photographs. I’ll try to be more active in my blogging.
I’ve missed being here.