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Walking Neighborhoods Part 2
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I went into Pune today to do a bit of shopping, before
leaving India for Bangkok tomorrow night
Along the Pune/Mumbai highway I had seen a number of times a cluster of slum dwellings, and decided to saunter along it and see what it brings |
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I learned later, though, that this isn't a true slum It's an encampment of nomads
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In the first dwelling I approached a family was manufacturing cricket paddles |
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From there I strolled over to another cluster, and was instantly surrounded by curious residents--all open and friendly Almost as if I really belonged there |
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All eager to be photographed
This little guy came with a present for me |
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I didn't realize until later that the miniature cricket paddle he was holding didn't make it into the photo
Lovely present, from those in such humble surroundings! |
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Except this little guy, who never warmed up to me |
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And a few strays in the neighborhood were not impressed with this weird foreigner in their midst |
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And this guy was totally puzzled by the whole goings on |
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But overall, they were so vital, so fearless, so friendly How to account for that, given the dismal nature of their habitations? When I learned that they were nomads, and not true slum-dwellers, I understood better |
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This old gal was completely unmoved |
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Is that a face or a map? |
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