It was a quiet, clear blue afternoon in Bhaktapur. My skin was slowly changing shades, as I had forgotten my sunscreen, having gotten used to the grey, billowy blanket clouds of Boudha. From around a corner reached a beat and a cacophony of voices, both growing louder and louder until suddenly, I was swept away in a flood of colour and song.
I found an island to watch the crowd from, and was tossed a marigold. I put it in my hair.
And just like that, it was quiet again.
2 comments:
Wow, looks like fun!
That last pic in this post - stunning, perfect composition, that sky, those clouds - marvelous!
b.
p.s. not that all your pics aren't marvy 8-)
It was really fun! Totally unexpected, and seemed to come out of nowhere.
Thank you :)
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