Marriage celebrations, prouncing horses, marching bands, and lots of dancing in the streets.
My first hotel room in India. Cold cold stone, a bed and small table, without a window. Looks like a cell to most, to me it was my haven. My peaceful, secure, private, contained little womb where I felt safe.
The full moon over the Old Delhi Mosque - the largest in India. Unfortunately I wasn't allowed in unless accompanied by a man after dark.
My street! This is chaotic Old Delhi my home for my first week in India. Every night till about 1am this husseling went on. Funny these days remembering how overwhelmed I was then, completely shut down in culture shock.
Gandi's everywhere here. The true national hero.
Marriage celebrations, prouncing horses, marching bands, and lots of dancing in the streets. 
My first hotel room in India. Cold cold stone, a bed and small table, without a window. Looks like a cell to most, to me it was my haven. My peaceful, secure, private, contained little womb where I felt safe. 
The full moon over the Old Delhi Mosque - the largest in India. Unfortunately I wasn't allowed in unless accompanied by a man after dark.
My street! This is chaotic Old Delhi my home for my first week in India. Every night till about 1am this husseling went on. Funny these days remembering how overwhelmed I was then, completely shut down in culture shock. 
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