Street Market Jaipur
To me this photo is full of contrasts. The beautiful clothing of the women yet they are sitting on dirty pavement. The brightly coloured ribbons and products they are selling, yet strewn all around them is the garbage in the streets. The centuries old historic Tripolia Bazaar surrounded by the modern rickshaws and the smells of exhaust and oil. Granted there was also the smells of cow dung as well.
I spent a day at this Bazaar. It wasn’t the best day to be there on a Sunday, but there was still lots going on. The back alleyways were crowded and tight with people. It really had the feel of a movie set. People pushing through narrow alleys, avoiding each other and the occasional scooter, motorcycle, or cow.
One think I am finding is that I get really intimidated at these markets. Perhaps it’s paranoia. Especially in Jaipur I felt that as soon as I looked at a store the owner would pounce on me. They are so eager to see they get into my face right away. Sometimes I just want to browse and see what they have. without feeling the pressure. Then because I am white, male and middle aged I feel the owners assume I have a lot of money and so right away the price on everything is much higher. The funny thing is the few shop owners I talk to have mentioned the several houses they own. And somehow they think I, who has never owned a house, is wealthier than they are.
Anyway the result is that I am buying very little while here in India.
As this post goes live I will be on a sleeper train to Rishikesh. I decided to head up to the mountains and try to find what the Beatles found when they were there. It struck me the other day that if my father were still alive he would be shitting himself with jealousy about this trip I’m taking in India.