Lonely Planet said the walk there was just a stroll; HOWEVER, it took me ages, and you can probably see why with this photo. There is too much here that mesmerizes me... Here is a goat and his genitals for sale in the meat market. I think there is no extra charge for flies. Also, we are "Always" beautiful here what with the"Always Beauty Parlour."
Here are three welcoming Buddhas on the steep steps up the East side of what has come to be called "The Monkey Temple." At the top is a glo
rious view of the valley andthe city itself and always followed by the piercing eyes, watching, watching to remind us that we are never alone. I know you want monkeys,but suffice it to say, they were everywhere, and in the interest of a themed blog, here is another example of tinted testicles:
It is, after all, a man's world in developing countries where men peer out corners, asking me, "maryhuannna?" and women huddle under umbrellas, fully covered in glorious arrays of colors.
I headed for protection from the rain underneath a darklittle arch to a temple, and we all stood, dripping, smiling and nodding until the rain let up around Basantapur in Durbar Square. As it rained, I took a series of the following photos, intrigued by the brass, iron and spots of orange; perhaps I'm more of an abstract photographer - and thinker.
Here are three welcoming Buddhas on the steep steps up the East side of what has come to be called "The Monkey Temple." At the top is a glo
rious view of the valley andthe city itself and always followed by the piercing eyes, watching, watching to remind us that we are never alone. I know you want monkeys,but suffice it to say, they were everywhere, and in the interest of a themed blog, here is another example of tinted testicles:
It is, after all, a man's world in developing countries where men peer out corners, asking me, "maryhuannna?" and women huddle under umbrellas, fully covered in glorious arrays of colors.
I headed for protection from the rain underneath a darklittle arch to a temple, and we all stood, dripping, smiling and nodding until the rain let up around Basantapur in Durbar Square. As it rained, I took a series of the following photos, intrigued by the brass, iron and spots of orange; perhaps I'm more of an abstract photographer - and thinker.
Today I make the one hour trek across the Bagmati River to Patan,
another section of the city where temples abound and a lively market of wood and brass workshops will offer me a fair selection of man made singing bowls, which all families shouldn'tbe without! Feri vatola!
Wow, you've really caught those testicles. Must be time for this one to come home...
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