…still in Jodhpur(blogphorically speaking), about 30 rupees away from the railway station in to the old city near the Meherangarh Fort. The other day they said a man was only looking down from the top of the fort and fell, broke his both arms and legs, but survived. So it goes. And I’d been reading Slaughterhouse Five.
Photos are from around the shifting Clock Tower area in Sardar Bazaar where the Lonely Planet recommended Omelette man stands surrounded by sights, sounds, other omelette competitors, photographers, and occasional cows.
The only person out of place in a turbantached scheme of things.
“I write in order to attain that feeling of tension relieved and function achieved which a cow enjoys on giving milk.”