The Golden Triangle

A barber with a straight edge razor shaves men along the ghats in Varanasi, India. The Ganges River, reputed to have healing powers, serves as both a source of water and a spiritual bath.

I didn't see many young women traveling alone in India. Recent events in the news made this a dangerous reality. Wherever I am, I visit churches, mosques, shrines, and temples to observe daily life.

A rickshaw ride is probably the least expensive way to get around New Delhi but it is not for the faint of heart. Operators rush headlong into vehiclular traffic like a bull charging a matador.

The Golden Triangle is an area that connects Delhi with Ragasthan, Agra (The Taj Mahal) and Jaipur. India is so diverse that you can never really say you saw all of it.

I saw a woman feeding birds in the middle of town. There must have been hundreds of them.Later I learned that people pay for a bird to fly away with their hopes and apirations. The birds eventually return home to her and the process starts all over again.

Varanasi has many wending streets and colorful alleys. The signage in this photo was too good to pas up. Mobile cooking, massage parlour, and lonely.