Sights and sounds of Old Delhi assault you as you move toward the main market area. Streets are narrow, and dirty, cars push to move forward while pedi bikes dart in and out containing more people than you could possibly imagine in one small space. It reminded me of the seventies when trying to get a record number of people into a telephone booth was the rage. What is even more startling are the electrical wires which hang dangerously from buildings and a single telephone pole. It is such a maze of wires, there would be no way to fix the electricity if it failed.

Within the streets are many vendors and shops, so small you wonder how anyone was able to get their wares in there,much less themselves. People, bikes,cars,scooters all vying for the same square footage. One false step and you are done for. Colors manifest themselves in the clothes being worn, hanging in shops, by the various herbs  and decorations. People are buying food, and baubles, young and old are yelling, pushing, communing for the same space. Scene from above you would think of a maze with small figures darting in and out. An amazing experience for sure.

And then we have the shops: