The markets in India are almost always my favorite places to visit. Life and death can be found in exuberance. The flowers, sold new each morning, sing of life. People smile and joke as they work and converse about daily life over a cup of tea. In Kolkata’s Hogg market, well-adapted rats scurry out into plain view, grabbing discarded pieces of meat and fearlessly gnaw into what they can. There is no shortage of food. Crows caw as they wait for their opportunity to swoop in for a morsel. One crow (seemingly deliberately) dropped a piece of meat on my head from a line strung across the walkway. Blood pools onto the walkway and into the gutters from the cutting boards. It is a health-code-enforcer’s worst nightmare. For someone from a sterilized and compartmentalized culture (such as me from the USA) there is never a dull moment. A person will not only find colorful foods and goods but some of the most colorful people as well.
Here are some photos from my morning stroll through the Jodhpur Market: