Maidan

A sequence of fading colonial buildings...one street today another dream of n'awlinz and my raggedy buddy bolden fantasy but, mostly, it's the dripping dereliction of art deco stuttering across this area...I feel no urge to point camera but am happily enchanted.

it's odd to find an Indian city that I like, mostly just necessary hubs to be bounced through on the way elsewhere, but here something else and no rush to move...morning wanders on caffeine rush through decreasing alleys, heat building to midday hiding and aircon cappuccino...streetfood between mad rushing vehicles and always chatterings...it's a faded beauty, a place of bewildering contrast between the street and the mansion; poverty excreted upon boulevard and casting shadows upon marble walls...a hard place, a place of survival...