Kahn Market
Surprisingly awake, I connected with one of our photo group members, Kim. We had lunch in the hotel and set off for Kahn Market. The sun was baking hot and humidity high. A woman on the plane next to me, from LAX to Qatar said New Delhi has a burning smell to it, mostly from burning leaves and the pollution. That is definitely one of it’s distinctive smells. We traversed the streets and rotaries (no streetlights in New Delhi), taking care at the crossings, as our trip leader, Nevada warned. No one stops for pedestrians here. It’s all about moving all varieties of vehicles forward, at a fast and frighteningly close clip. I think it was Kim who said he thought the many horns sounding were more connected to emotions, but I think it’s a mix of warnings, hello’s, watch outs, and get moving. Especially the cows, which surprised me because I thought their being sacred would earn them more respect than a car trying to honk them out of their path. Kahn was an intere...
