The Market Place in Bangalore. There is a magic about the old halls. Ancient as they appear, they are very much alive with commerce. This is a man’s world. Women do not serve in the halls. The old traditions die hard. There are lady flower-sellers outside in the streets, but here, tradition prevails… eve
Can you find another market like this? Where, with your one rose, you can buy hundreds of rose gardens? ~Rumi
apples and pears
man twirling the garland. I am not sure why.
Blood Red Roses and pure white jasmine – the smell was gorgeous
the garlands strung and waiting to be bought. this is a daily event. They will probably be sold by afternoon..
Bunches of fresh flowers lay on the floor waiting for people to buy them, most would be gone by afternoon.
Anu’s corner, so pretty.
The flower sellers dilema
The old wooden stools still used to weigh the vegetables, the men sit on them all day long..
These photos were taken a week or so before Christmas, 2012. The market-place was very busy. People were ordering garlands for temples and churches. I loved the lively displays, The bright colours, the light, the shades, the…
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