A few more photos. The people were as fascinating to me as the country was.
Annie Oakley of India. A funny story. There is a real problem with monkeys in parts of India. We were staying at a place in Bundi where monkeys were everywhere. We ate on the roof of our hotel and there was a gun which didn’t shoot bullets but just made noise to scare the monkeys. We were told to always keep our doors and windows closed to keep them out. The morning we were leaving I said to the owner that I never did get to see him use the gun and just then looked over and there were two monkeys on the table near us. I yelled and the monkeys took off but not before one of them tucked a jar of peanut butter under its arm. After that this lady sat there with the gun. She, by the way, was about to get married-another arranged marriage. The brides leave their home and usually their friends and villages and move into the home of their husband under the eye of the in laws.
I think this may be my favorite photo. I had just read a book written by an Indian man called The Sari Shop-a very bleak book but it told a little about the business-and was happy to see this sari shop owner unfurling a sari for inspection while the women in their colorful saris look at what is offered. Such great color.