Snatches of Calcutta; the Oberoi’s Chauffeur, a Sikh in Sudder St, an explanation of Hijab in the Muslim quarter. AdvertisementsRead More Oh Calcutta
Kolkata, West Bengal, deeply mysterious one day, way enigmatic the next. Here the time honoured rules just don’t apply. This Lady, for example, seems to believe that orange and green shouldn’t be seen…unless there’s a wacking great pot on your head. Or is it pink and yeller that shouldn’t be seen…unless there’s a blue and […]Read More Bengali Child Catchers, & other smatters and snatches.
We’re very excited to be heading to the Kolkata International Photography Festival. En route, on Rash Bihari we meet this elegant lady and amicable priest. Bengalis love a great demo. But also stop to smell the flowers. A quick coffee. Then we plunge into the Museum, one of several campuses (or should it be campi […]Read More Kolkata International Photography Festival
Calcutta ? It makes the Naked City seem like a kindergarden. This guy was keeping a close eye on things. May have a hot date ? A VERY close eye. And I think we can all agree that the result was outstanding. More importantly of course, the chicks will dig it. As you can see […]Read More Barbers, Busts, Buddhists, Bitches, Buildings, Bus Boys and Bed Head Ticket Counters.
Kolkata. Take 2. It’s grand to revisit but especially when a city has captured your heart. There’s something about Kolkata. The place. The people. The joie-de-vivre. The haunting smells of cardamom, rose, garlic, onions and incense. The bite of chilli to your eyes. The constant squawking crow-chatter with their balletic swoops hither and thither. We […]Read More Bengali Bonhomie. Kolkata Kindness.
But…somehow…like…TOTALLY around the bend. ‘Read More Just down the corner