Wow.
Mumbai was sensory overload. The sights! The smells! The potatoes!
All carbs aside, I’m glad it was my introduction to India, because this city and I immediately got off on the right foot. After a particularly trying month in Ethiopia, coming to India felt like I was finally waking up from a long, deep sleep.
The Artist Formerly Known as Bombay is a gorgeous place, saturated in color and fragrance. Garbage trucks are pink, the streets are hung with silky sari fabric in deep greens, blues and reds, statues are festooned with necklaces of orange marigolds, and purple boats float in the harbor.
The good streets are laced with the scent of fried potatoes, chili peppers and blooming flowers, while the bad streets smell like dog shit. But everything was so overwhelmingly whimsical and charming, it was easy to forgive anything less than wonderful.
Here are some photos from my first day in town.
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