Saturday, August 20, 2011


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.


barbara said...

Wow, looks like fun!

That last pic in this post - stunning, perfect composition, that sky, those clouds - marvelous!


p.s. not that all your pics aren't marvy 8-)

szaza said...

It was really fun! Totally unexpected, and seemed to come out of nowhere.

Thank you :)