Nowadays no one can escape visiting cooperatives in the foreign country. They do educate you on the local craft but want to sell you their craft as well. The rugs were all beautiful, and the representative was quite handsome Kashmir guy with a hint of a British accent.
I loved the scene at the corner of the street of New Delhi. A couple of guys were walking their goats as we would walk our dogs. The sidewalk was quite narrow, so a policemen passing by simply gave the goat soft kick into you know what, said something to the owner and kept walking. No animal cruelty, I assume. 🙂
The portrait of the child was made at the Red Fort. An Indian family was walking around staring at me. They asked me to take a picture with them (their English was very limited), and in return I asked to take a couple of shots of them. The mother was so happy I am taking picture of her kids. She put them in front of me without any hesitation. This boy obviously was scared of a tall white lady with big sunglasses and panama, and only when I started to shake his hands, cheer at him with greeting, he gifted me with a beautiful smile.