A Whirlwind! Day 3 /4

More - a city of ‘More’. There must be a better word but I can’t think at the moment. Overwhelmed by noise, colour, people, sights, sounds, smells. It’s as if one’s senses have been shaken - scrap that. They have been crudely bundled and thrown into a blender on full speed and thrown into a glass. Not your average Martini - gently stirred, not shaken.

Survived taxi ride in convoy. No
passenger mirror and they don’t stay in lane. Let’s not go there.

In Valparaiso we saw street dogs aplenty. Here in Mumbai there are cats. Scrawny little bundles.

Spent the morning sketching - or attempting to sketch at the market. It’s the first day - be kind. I shall be sketching like a pro by the end of this trip in glorious Scrummylicious colour.

People are curious. They approach, emboldened by their genuine interest and curiosity. The men interacted more. They tried their broken English with much jollity between themselves. . The women generally shied away. I didn’t feel threatened - but it was strange being the object of such curiosity.

We also explored the textile market. Who mentioned fabric ?Leia mais