2 More Days

I managed to make it to Crawford Market yesterday. It's one of Mumbai's oldest markets and the architecture was by Lockwood Kipling, Rudyard Kipling's father. I would have loved to take a picture of it but that was an impossibility. This outing was by far the most overpowering event in my life. There wasn't any room to fall over if you got knocked to the ground. There were taxis driving down the 1-lane road that was already packed with people. Everything was on sale, from flowers, to shoes, to freshly killed chickens. I couldn't believe how many crippled people I walked by who weren't even begging. A man with his ankles bent up to his chest hobbled by on his hands and didn't make any attempt to get any money from me. The children were relentless, too. If you stood still they just flocked to you in search of food/money. And the vendors were vicious! Every 3rd one told me I was a movie star and to shop there. It was getting exhausting ignoring them. Another curious thing I found was all of the women in burkas who were looking at cloths. I wondered if they can dress down at home, or if they just like to look, but it was bizarre.

The shots here are all from the street around the hotel. One of them is of a barber on the sidewalk. I finally got a good picture of a goat, guys.