On my visit to Bangalore last month (as part of my Delirious Delhi book release tour), I wandered into the Krishna Rajendra Market. This multistory concrete structure, I quickly realized, is among the most picturesque markets in Asia.
I immediately reverted to Western Tourist Mode: I glued my camera above my gaping jaw and clicked my way through the drying chilies and pedal-powered sewing machines and the massive flower market on the ground floor.
And as I wandered, a vendor beckoned.
“Take my picture,” he said, smiling.
Other vendors and laborers watched. And then they waved me over with the same request.
Downstairs in the flower area, the same thing happened: one man beckoned…
…and then everyone else wanted their turn.
I have their addresses. The prints are in the mail.