There are a lot of goats in Calcutta. You see them picking their way in around traffic, eating garbage and paper, and even being herded through the narrow back streets. Imagine coming up on a herd of 50 goats in the streets of YOUR city! In the surrounding restaurants, the goat meat is listed as mutton.
How lovely death can be.
Served frozen in individual little pots in Auroville. Yum yum yum.
Here is a typical poster placed in front of a wedding hall announcing the wedding that is going to happen later in the day. The bigger the poster, the more prestige, and some of the posters are much larger than this one!
The Italians came and built a wood burning stove. The mozzarella is locally made, the olives are imported. I don’t know who originally brought the arugula seeds. Most of the ingredients are organic. The pizza cost CAN$3 and was pretty good (ie. excellent by most people’s standards which are not as stratospheric as mine). This message is a test of http://www.posterous.com. Posted via email from Magda’s posterous
A lungi is sort of a dohti, which is the men’s version of the sari and widely worn in the south of India.
The natural colours in south India were just fantastic. This red earth in Auroville was used directly to stucco walls, resulting in buildings that perfectly matched their surroundings.
The tastiest snacks sometimes come from the most questionable food joints. In Kanyakumari Marc and I ate dinner in a place that didn’t even have running water.
Kanyakumari in the province of Tamil Nadu is the southmost tip of India and the meeting point of the three bodies of water that surround the subcontinent – the Arabian Sea to the west, the Indian Ocean to the south, and the Bay of Bengal to the east.
This important location is home to a variety of attractions that are irresistible to masses of tourists and pilgrims.
Frothy chai and coconut fritter served on a piece of newspaper at a stand up counter in the street near the temple in Kanyakumari, Tamil Nadu province, India. February 2009.
Here’s the sketch I was making when the guys from Hubli introduced themselves.
While I was taking pictures of cows sleeping on the beach, Marc was drawing. This friendly group surrounded him and started asking questions excitedly. They plied us insistently with cigarettes, wanting to offer hospitality. They claimed that even they did not smoke, only once a month on vacation – at MOST once a week! They stood very close to us, one guy actually leaning on Marc the whole conversation. They wanted a description of Toronto, … >> read more