On a quiet side street I heard music, chanting and tinkling bells and caught the aroma of incense. Nothing unusual in India, but this time it was coming from a mobile, motorised shrine. I hadn't been up close and personal to one before, it was delightful.
I dropped a few rupees in by way of thanks for a cheering sight, sound and smell.
It was only after looking at the picture closely, that I fully realised how striking the sari on the woman was. I've finally become accustomed to Indian colours as evidenced by my feet:
