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| My
colleague Greg took me to the old city of Delhi. Those
are his feet. |
His
parents had a mission: a few things to buy for a
granddaughter |
So it was
a wonderful reason to explore this bustling part of the
city |
The first
real taste I'd had of this kind of India |
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| After two
days of meetings! We shopped and had tea |
and a few
Indian desserts, and got around by taxi |
and
rickshaw and walking. Every one has such a close distance
to each other |
Almost
getting run over (but not really) by moving objects,
tires |
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| I remember
bursts of colour, men sitting cross-legged |
and windy
streets. I would have been lost on my own |
and
possibly a little nervous. Thanks Greg! |
The next
morning I left Delhi at 6am to go to Agra |
